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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 4

CHAPTER 4

The surprise 

"Ivy, please forgive me just this once, I promise you it won't happen again. I will break up with Lily. It's you l love, what happened between me and lily was just a fling don't turn your back on me. Give me one more chance to right my wrongs ".

Ivy turned towards Dave with her eyes filled with tears. She looked into Dave's eyes and saw his sincerity and she waved.

"I need time to clear my head and think things through. Give me some space and don't bother me. I will let you know when I decide."

Ivy left Dave's apartment after saying this. After she left, Dave got a message from Lily. When he saw the message he wanted to ignore it. He changed his mind later on and read the message.

"Dave, I am sorry for what I did. I never wished to ruin your relationship with Ivy. It  was never my plan to expose our relationship to her. I promise you I will stay as far away as possible from the both of you. I hope that your relationship with her will keep blooming as long as it makes you happy. I will continue to love you in secret no matter what happens. "

Dave tried calling her but her line wasn't going through. Lily blocked his number after sending the text. 

At Lily's place........

When lily got back she was furious, she knew the type of person Ivy was. She doesn't give up so easily. Her initial plan was to get pregnant first before letting Ivy find out about her affair with Dave.

Though she was angry, she was also pleased with what happened today. All she needed now was another opportunity. 

Everything is ruined now,' maybe even Dave won't want to see me again '. She thought to herself. After giving it some thought she drafted a message and sent it to save. This way it will look as if she's helping Dave out by not throwing a tantrum and also invoking his pity.

After she sent a message to Dave she drafted another and sent it to Ivy. 

"Ivy I know I have wronged you and am really sorry. It's all my fault I was the one who seduced Dave because I love him. I fell in love with him the moment I set my eyes on him but I found out later on that he was your lover. I tried to stay away but my feelings got the best of me. No matter how long I have been with him, I am willing to give him up. I love him but I don't want you to get hurt."

After Lily sent this message, she smiled. She knew Ivy being a smart girl will read more meaning into the message. 

Not only did she intentionally reveal that she had been with Dave for a long time, she also gave her hint of how long it had been.

......

When Ivy saw the massage she sneered, 'if she didn't want to hurt me, she should have kept her distance from my man and not hook up with him behind my back'.

Ivy wanted to close the message but something caught her attention. According to Lily's message it had been almost four years that Dave had been cheating on her.

The first time Lily had met Dave was in their sophomore year when Ivy took them out for dinner to introduce her fiance to them. They had just gotten engaged and Ivy was excited to let everyone know.

It turned out that Dave and Lily had been having an affair the whole of their relationship since Dave and Ivy confirmed their relationship with their engagement. 

Ivy was devastated, this dealt her a heavy blow. She had always been thinking of how long their relationship had been, but she never expected it to be this long.

She felt so pathetic right now. She could still remember how she bragged about how Dave would never cheat on her. Lily was always there when she said that. Lily must have seen her as a fool. 

Ivy didn't return to her apartment to avoid bumping into lily. She didn't know if she could stop herself from strangling her to death. Seeing Lily right now will further break her.

She took a taxi to a high end bar, she did not want to be in the same situation she was in last time she went to a local bar. When Ivy thought of this she remembered how she had given her first time to Dave which resulted in her accepting the engagement. 

She requested a private room on arriving at the bar. Ivy used alcohol to numb the pain she felt. Her tears wouldn't stop falling, the alcohol was mixed with the salty taste of her tears. She regretted accepting the engagement, things were too tangled up between the two families for her to end the relationship.

Cynthia called her severally but she ignored her call. Ivy knew that she would definitely let it slip that she caught Dave cheating, knowing the kind of person Cynthia was she would definitely tear Lily apart and also blow things out of proportion. 

After a few bottles Ivy felt pressed and needed to use the restroom. She was able to find the bathroom in her drunken state.

"Left or right? Which way did I come from?" Ivy stood at the door of the toilet trying to figure out her way back to her room. 

"Uhmm, do you need help?" A man asked as he walked out of the male toilet not far from where Ivy stood.

"Yeah, I can't find my way."

"Why don't I help you." After saying this he wrapped his hand around Ivy's waist leading her away. 

He had a smirk on his face as he led her towards a different direction. Ivy didn't notice that she was heading somewhere else, the whole place was spinning in her eyes and she couldn't even tell her left from her right. 

"I have a wonderful surprise for you guys. Be ready, I will be there in a minute." He whispers in response to the person on the other end of the phone who was asking what was taking him so long.

Just like that he led Ivy to their private room where his friends were waiting for him and the surprise he was bringing.

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