Everything was packed, and all Ivy had was a single suitcase.
Gripping the handle, she was ready to head downstairs and leave, when Tessa suddenly clutched at her arm. "Ivy, have you lost your mind? Show some self-respect, will you? With your looks, snagging a husband should be a walk in the park. Why on earth would you become someone's mistress?"
"Mom, is that really what you think of me?" Ivy retorted, her eyes blazing with indignation. Tessa was taken aback; she had never seen such a look from her daughter before.
Had Ivy found herself a sugar daddy and now felt too big for her britches?
Seizing the moment of Tessa's distraction, Ivy wrenched her arm free and hurried downstairs, suitcase in tow.
The moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran into Finn and his daughter Clara.
Clara, spotting the suitcase in Ivy's hand, let out a mocking sneer. "Dad, I told you Ivy was playing mistress to someone! Look at her, taking all her stuff. She's moving out to be fully kept by her sugar daddy!"
Finn's gaze upon Ivy turned icy with disapproval. "Ivy, are you really going to drag our family name through the mud?"
Finn's face was stern with regret. "If I'd known your mother was carrying a daughter, I might not have let her bring you into this world."
Ivy had heard such harsh words many times over the years. She was never the child her parents had hoped for. If they hadn't thought Tessa was carrying a son, Ivy would never have been given the chance to live.
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