After a few minutes, Lionel's grasp loosened and she realized he had dozed off. She stood up and went to the bathroom to let the warm water flow over her bruises. When she was done, she leafed through her wardrobe and selected an appropriate dress which would veil the marks left by Lionel's torturous touch.
Sleep wouldn't come to her, so Ivy stayed up till dawn with her poisonous thoughts. 'Cassandra, are you satisfied with you triumph? You may have divorced Lionel, but you are still teasing him. You haven't left us because you are still a hurdle on my path.
You have disrupted my life and taken everything that was mine. Do you think I will give up so easily? You are wrong! I will make you pay for it, ' she decided.
At the corner of the street which was opposite to Cassandra's company, Ivy lingered eagerly for Cassandra's arrival.
Tucked inside her pocket, she had a pair of small scissors. It was tiny but razor-sharp.
It was the sort of scissors people used for paper cutting and package opening. But today, Ivy wouldn't employ it for any of the aforementioned functions. 'I will be cutting Cassandra's face with it, ' she thought with a vile smirk.
Just when she was having this internal conversation, she observed that her target had appeared. At this moment, she was hardly a dozen meters away.
Cassandra got off the taxi, and was waiting for the traffic light to turn green so that she could cross the street to the company located at the other side.
'On the outside she looks like a perfect and elegant woman. It must be hard for people to guess what a dirty and despicable person she actually is!' Ivy declared inside her mind.
Her heart was engulfed with pure hostility. Her freezing coldness was palpable to anyone who glanced at her.
'Cassandra, I am going to slash in your deceptive face. I will unravel and show the world your hidden ugliness. It's time for everyone to see your true color. I want to see how you will ensnare men with it!' Ivy let out a small chuckle.
As she got herself ready for the attack, she was suddenly pulled back by someone.
"Ivy, what are you doing here?"
An anxious voice demanded, leaving her confounded.
'Why is Amanda here!' Ivy felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
Amanda seized the scissors from Ivy's hand.
"So you are planning to take revenge with these? Wake up, Ivy! How do you think it is possible to attack someone in the broad day light? You can't get away doing such a thing in front of so many people. Do you intend to get yourself locked behind the bars?" Amanda challenged.
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