Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 231

All day long, Ivy Sawyer refused to return to The Starlight Estate.

Alaric Foster called her once, but she ignored it.

Alaric was too busy hunting down Elena Sinclair to settle the score, so he couldn't be bothered with Ivy anyway.

Elena knew her scheme was exposed, and since she hadn't succeeded, Alaric would never let her off the hook.

So, she went into hiding.

Unable to track her down, Alaric was forced to swallow the humiliation of being drugged, vowing to tear her apart once he found her.

Seeing that Ivy hadn't come home for two days.

And hadn't even checked on Stella.

Alaric felt a suffocating weight in his chest; after leaving the office, he went straight to Metropolitan General to find her.

Ivy had just stepped out of Gemma's room and entered Ethan Foster's room to change his dressings. There, she spotted Alaric sitting on the sofa nearby. Dressed in a bespoke gray suit, he looked aloof and unapproachable, radiating a freezing aura.

A sharp pang hit Ivy's chest.

Pretending not to see him, she kept her head down and focused on tending to Ethan's wounds.

Ethan whispered to her,

"Alaric is acting like a psycho. He's been sitting here for half an hour without saying a word, glaring at the wall like someone owes him millions. You'd better not poke the bear."

Ivy couldn't help but steal a glance at the man.

She scoffed inwardly. What right did he have to be in a foul mood?

Did he really think he could just sweep his filthy actions under the rug?

Or maybe he didn't even want to hide them at all!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have blatantly brought that woman home and slept with Dr. Sinclair while she was gone.

The memory of what she saw that night tore at her heart.

Several times, she had fought the impulsive urge to bring up the divorce again.

But remembering that Gemma had just transferred to Foster Medical Center, with exorbitant medical bills piling up, she knew she couldn't act on emotion.

She had to endure this so Gemma could continue receiving the best possible care.

"Once this IV bag is finished, you can get some rest. Try getting out of bed and moving around a bit," she instructed Ethan.

Ivy stood frozen in place, a painful lump forming in her throat as a suffocating wave of despair washed over her.

Was he completely oblivious to his own faults?

He was the one who had cheated on her and slept with another woman.

Yet here he was, speaking to her with such arrogant superiority.

Ivy hated how useless she felt.

Even though she was consumed by humiliation, shame, and grievance, what could she actually do?

She relied on his wealth and power to keep her family alive.

She had absolutely no leverage to negotiate fairly with Mr. Foster.

Perhaps in his eyes, she was just a glorified nanny who would do anything for a paycheck.

Ivy forced herself to steady her emotions, raising a hand to wipe the unshed tears from her eyes.

Later that evening, she had no choice but to head back to The Starlight Estate.