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Mr Leo's petty little wife  Novel Cover

Mr Leo's petty little wife

Ivy who's family had helped Dave's family grow found out that he was cheating on her with her room mate. she chose to go ahead with the wedding but on the day of the wedding Dave never showed up, she used that as an excuse to cut ties with him. unfortunately things did not go too well, due to the entanglement with the business Ivy's family's was affected significantly and was on the verge of Bankruptcy due to Dave and his family's manipulation, in other to save the family business she accepted the offer to be her boss's wife which turned out to be the best decision she ever made.
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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Caught 

Ivy skipped happily to Dave's apartment,  she was finally done with her project and it was a success. By next month she will be done with school and can graduate. 

 " Dave! Dave!! Dave!!"

She called out happily as she entered the apartment, she couldn't hold her joy. She really wanted to share the good news with Dave.

Upon opening the door to Dave's room she said.

"Dave, I finally......"

Ivy was shocked by the sight before her. When she opened the door she saw Dave entangled with Lily.

The bag she held fell from her grip due to the shock. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected to encounter such a thing.

"See Ivy it's not what you think, the thing is that we were...were, she was just celebrating with me. She was excited that she was done with her project so... We.. we.. just."

Not knowing what else to say he kept quiet.  What could he possibly say that would make any sense to Ivy.

Ivy smiled, then turned to look at Lily.

"She was celebrating here? Of all places she could possibly celebrate it on your bed. When did you guys become so close for her to bring her celebration to your house? How come I had no idea that you guys were on friendly terms.

Lily, I won't say we are friends but we are not enemies either. You have been so friendly towards me all this while but you are having an affair with my fiance. I find this a little disturbing. How can you do all this without any atom of guilt?

Right now Lily I find you disgusting, to be able to maintain your relationship with him and still put up with me is really weird. "

Although Lily was not happy with her words,she still endured it, it wasn't difficult for her to do. She had been putting up with Ivy for a long time now and she had to continue. If she reacts harshly towards Ivy Dave would feel more guilty and would probably cut ties with her. Lily worried about her options and decided that it was best to continue maintaining the image she had built in front of Dave.

"Ivy, it's not like that. I really like you, I felt really guilty for falling in love with your fiance. I tried my best to make it up to you, I really love Dave. All I wanted was just to stand by his side even without any title. Ivy, I tried my best to keep our relationship hidden so you won't get hurt. I am sorry you had to find out about this."

Lily said this as tears flowed down her cheeks, her expression made her look pitiful, invoking Dave's protective side. He  felt touched and wanted to protect her. To him she did nothing wrong.

"Ivy, I know you're hurt.."

Ivy didn't let him finish speaking,  she cut him off half way.

" Yes! I am hurt. Really! Really!! hurt, who in my shoes wouldn't be. I came here really excited to inform you that we can start making arrangements for our wedding.

I didn't go home first I chose to come here, I chose to inform you first! of my success and what did I get in return? In return you gave me the greatest shock of my life."

Ivy took a deep breath trying to remain calm, she was trying so hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"How long? How long has this been going on? How long have you guys been together? I gave you everything Dave, I still can't think of any reason why you should cheat on me. How long have you deceived me‽".

Ivy looked towards them, waiting to get an answer.

"Yes Ivy, you gave me everything but you never let me touch you. When I tried to get intimate with you, you wouldn't let me. I am young and I have needs that should be satisfied. 

Since you won't let me touch you, I found I had to find release somewhere else. It doesn't matter because I still love you, only you".

Dave said this without guilt or remorse. He didn't seem to find anything wrong with what he had done.

Lily who stood behind him was taken aback by his words. She never believed that Dave would be stupid enough to say such words to Ivy. From what she knew Dave really loved Ivy, what he felt for her was just lust and she had come to accept it though she was still plotting to make him forsake Ivy and be with her..

Lily's shock turned to joy, because every word he said will further push Ivy away from him. Which was exactly what she wanted.

Ivy felt like she was drowning in a frozen lake. She felt cold from head to toe. His words sent shivers down her spine. All hair stood up and she had goosebumps all over,  never had she imagined that Dave would say such a thing to her.

If his words could shock Lily, what more Ivy. She bent down and picked her purse she dropped earlier. 

"Sex, so this is what all this is about. We agreed from the start that we will wait till after our marriage. I asked you severally if you could wait and you boldly told me Yes! Haha, now it's my fault you couldn't hold on".

 After saying this, she turned to leave his apartment.

Lily quickly walked up to her and held her back before saying. 

"Ivy, Dave really loves. He never stopped saying it whenever he's with me. His feelings for you are real, you have to believe  me. I'm just a mistake that happened in your relationship. Just overlook my existence, from today henceforth I will stay away from him. I will try my best to stay as far away as possible from. I will try not to appear in front of you again. "

Her words had hidden meanings. She was trying to provoke Ivy, while acting as if she was consoling her.

After saying this she quickly got dressed and left Dave's apartment in tears. Ivy still stood there and didn't move an inch even after Lily left.

Dave walked up to her and held her hands, he looked at her trying to read her expression. 

"Ivy, I love you, I really love you. What happened between me and Lily was a mistake. I was drunk that day and couldn't control myself. I never wanted to cheat on you."

"Hahahaha". 

Ivy busted into laughter after his word she looked at him while she was still chuckling. When she finally regained composure she said. 

"OK! Let's say you were drunk the first time. What about the second, the third and the other times? What about today were you drunk? Are you drunk right now Dave? 

Dave, do you take me for a fool?. I'm not a fool and don't you ever in your life mistake me for one. Don't ever think for once that my love for you will cloud my reasoning. "

Ivy looked at Dave again, the disappointment she felt at this moment could probably exceed her pain.

" How long were you planning to continue with your affair if I had not found out? We had plans of holding our wedding next month,  were you going to keep her as your mistress outside of our marriage ".

Dave had never really thought of that, it had never crossed his mind to end it. He just planned to go with the flow.

"No! Never, today was never even meant to happen. I planned to end things with her, I swear."

How could Dave possibly let Ivy know that he never had any plans of breaking things off with Lily. If he wasn't caught today he would have still maintained his relationship with lily.

How could Ivy believe a word that comes out of his mouth? She pulled her hand away from Dave's grip and turned to leave his apartment.  Dave panicked and followed her.

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