Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 238

Seeing her waiting up just for him.

A dark storm gathered on his handsome face. He immediately averted his gaze and snapped, "Leave me alone. I'm going to bed."

And with that, he marched up the stairs.

Ivy watched his retreating back, utterly bewildered by his icy rejection.

What on earth was wrong with him?

Just that afternoon, he had been practically begging for her touch.

Why had a quick trip outside turned him back into an absolute iceberg?

Had he gone to see a doctor and received devastating news?

Afraid of provoking him, Ivy didn't dare chase after him.

Dejected, she retreated to the nanny's room to sleep.

For the next few days.

Ivy didn't catch a single glimpse of Alaric.

He either left at the crack of dawn and returned long after midnight without eating a bite, or simply didn't come home at all.

On the bright side, her bond with Stella had almost completely healed.

The little girl was happy to play with her again and even slipped up to call her "Mommy" a few times.

Still, a heavy knot of anxiety remained in Ivy's chest.

She knew Alaric was deliberately avoiding her.

And she was fairly certain she knew exactly why.

But this silent treatment couldn't go on forever.

They needed to actually communicate and work through this. Or did he expect them to live like ghosts passing in the halls for the rest of their marriage?

Ivy finally dialed Leo Archer's number. When he picked up, she said,

"Could you please tell your boss I need to speak with him today? Ask him to come home."

Leo winced, remembering the finalized Divorce Agreement currently sitting on the boss's desk.

Any day now, Alaric was going to drop the bomb and kick her out.

He truly felt awful for her.

"Yeah, sure. I'll pass the message along."

"Thank you."

Ivy offered a polite reply, ended the call, and headed to the kitchen to prep a massive dinner.

Elena let out a tinkling laugh.

"Don't even think about sending your goons to end me. I know crossing you was a death sentence, but if I so much as suffer a scratch, your precious daughter Stella won't live to see her eighteenth birthday."

Alaric's expression plummeted into something truly terrifying, a suffocating, lethal aura exploding from him.

Grinding his back teeth, he fought to keep his rage contained.

"Elena. How dare you."

Elena sighed, layering her voice with a pathetic, dramatic sadness.

"What can I say? I've been unconditionally in love with you for five years. Every second of every day, I dreamed of being yours."

"And you treated me like I was completely invisible."

"If I wasn't driven mad by my love for you, why would I have ever drugged you, or infected your daughter with Vesper-Toxin?"

"I'll text you the address. Come alone. But remember, if you want Stella to survive, you won't harm a hair on my head. If I die, she dies with me. And you'll spend the rest of your life completely impotent."

Alaric listened to the threat.

The joints in his free hand cracked violently.

Without a second of hesitation, he ended the call and drove straight toward the coordinates she had sent.