Chapter 170: Hang In There
Ivy drove away from Claire's house, gripping the steering wheel tighter than she realized. Her mind swirled with thoughts of Hunter.
The way Selena had called her earlier, sounding almost alarmed, didn't sit well with her. What news could be so important? And why Hunter? She knew she could easily pull out her phone and check the trending stories online, but she told herself firmly, 'I'm not interested. I don't care what's going on with him.'
Yet even as she told herself that, her foot pressed harder on the gas, and before she knew it, she was already on the familiar route to Hunter's house.
What am I doing? She thought, glancing at the street signs. She should turn around, go home, and forget any of this ever happened or that Selena ever called her.
But her hands remained steady on the wheel, refusing to obey her better judgment. She told herself she wasn't going because she cared. No. She was just making sure he was okay and the news, whatever it was wasn't something bad.
She was already on the route to his house so she'd just breeze in there, see how he was and leave.
"That's it. Nothing more," she told herself.
As she neared the entrance of his building, Ivy slowed her car, ready to turn into the driveway but just then, another car pulled out, almost brushing her bumper. She frowned and eased to a stop.
Her gaze shifted to the other car, and her scowl deepened when she saw the driver was no other but a young, attractive woman with long, sleek hair and a confident smirk was on her face as she drobe off without even as much as casting a glance toward her.
Ivy's chest tightened. Of course. Another woman. The old, familiar ache of betrayal bubbled up, threatening to drown her. She should have known better than to hope for anything different.
For a split second, her mind flickered back to all the moments they had shared—the laughter, the stolen glances, the way he seemed like he was opening up to her. Maybe he fell for me, she had thought while with Emma and the group. Maybe he was only carrying out his father's plan because he had no choice.