~CHAPTER FORTY SIX~
“Ivy?” I say, disbelief flashing through me. “What are you doing here?”
She stands slowly, unbothered, wine glass still in her hand as she walks toward me like she owns the air. “Oh,” she says with a lazy smile, “the trophy wife is home.”
“What did you just call me?” The words come out cold, but my blood is boiling.
She chuckles. “Did that hurt?” She tilts her head. “Hardin’s mother told me everything. That her son doesn’t give a f**k about you. That he only married you for your social media influence.”
I scoff. “In your dreams.”
I pull my phone from my bag and dial Hardin. It rings. No answer.
Ivy’s smile widens. “Now who’s dreaming?” she says sweetly. “He didn’t pick up, did he?”
I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response. I brush past her and storm upsta
