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Grandfather and I share a look.

The good senator wasn’t being actively tortured. I just had him bandaged and sent down there, and now he’s dead?

“You expect me to hold my peace when they’ve already started tying up loose ends?” I ask the old cripple with a scoff.

“Yes,” he says simply. “And while you do that, you’ll tell me about that sibling of yours you’ve been hiding. Who is she and where is she? I want to see her.”

For the millionth time tonight, I feel like I’ve just been slapped across the face.

CHAPTER 25

Ivy

I tossand turn alone in the huge comfortable bed by myself all night long.

Emmett doesn’t bother coming back after the way he made my body feel things it has never felt.

After he left, I angrily took the hot bath. When I was done, I found the room spotless again, the bloody sheets changed, my torn wedding dress hung up and shoes arranged perfectly.

When I walk to the closet, I see all my suitcases that were at Beverly’s house all arranged in a closet and my clothes neatly put away. How any of this was done, I have no idea.

While impressed, I’m mad.

Ty told me Emmett was the one who made the chicken ginger soup for me and always had a doctor for me on standby, which perplexed me to no end.

The jerk ignored me but kept a doctor designated just for me on standby at all times.

I grudgingly accepted the checkup and was told to have lots of rest, but I couldn’t for the life of me remain asleep.

I was waiting for that jerk to come back. How could he flat-out deny me like that?

But like a coward, he never showed up even when the sun started to rise, so I quit and finally fell asleep.

I didn’t see him the next day either.

I wandered the halls of the wing with Ty trailing behind me. When I asked where his boss was, he only told me that he was out with no other explanation.

So, I went to the library I had that bombshell-dropping conversation of sorts with Emmett’s grandfather and spend the whole day waiting for him.

I have no idea what happened to my phone. If I had it, I would spam that jerk with texts to stop acting like a little b?—

Breathe.

I needed to breathe.

It just so happened that on the third day of Emmett’s drop off the face of the earth, Scar came by, and took me out on the town to shop… with major security.

“Er, your husband’s orders. Your life is worth more than this world, so, get used to this,” she said with a shrug as she tugged me along Fifth Avenue from one store to the next.

Ty presented me a black card with a very unfamiliar name on it.

Mrs. Ivy Marie Easton.

Not only that, but there are also new identity cards in the box, all with my supposed new name.

“The young master said these are yours,” Ty said, offering a suede box of key cards.

“What are those?”

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