Chapter 1959


    Chapter 1959


    Ivy’s heart leapt when she saw the notification in her email: an invitation to an interview. It was only an


    interview, yet to her, it was as precious as gold dust. After a string of rejections that felt like tossing


    wishes into the abyss, this was a lifeline.


    She knew she had to bring her A-game. Every detail mattered, from her poise to her attire, so she


    dipped into her modest savings and set out to hit the local mall.


    The clothes Alyssa had prepared were all a bit too glitzy for an interview, more suitable for a g than


    an office.


    With a quick word to Alyssa, she was out the door.


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    Roaming through the mall alone, Ivy found the perfect business suit. It was like the mannequin had


    been her twin, but the price tag was hefty. She hesitated, pondering whether to bite the bullet.


    “Hey, isn’t that my dear little sister Ivy?” a voice drawled, one that was as familiar as it was unwee.


    Ivy’s brow furrowed instinctively. Sure enough, there was ra, nked by her usual entourage.


    Ever since Ivy had paid off the Dunhills with three million, they hadn’t bothered her. She’d hoped she’d


    seen thest of them. But fate had other ideas.


    ra was unting her newfound luxury, no doubt funded by Ivy’s unwilling generosity.


    Ivy didn’t care for the Dunhills’vish lifestyle and certainly didn’t want to engage with ra. She


    ducked into a dressing room, hoping to make a quick exit.


    But ra blocked her path. “What are you even doing here, Ivy? As if you could afford anything. Just


    here to y dress-up? You should stick to wearing my hand-me-downs!”


    Ivy had intended to buy the suit regardless. She sidestepped ra and said to the sales assistant, “Hi,


    could you pack up the suit from the dressing room for me? I’ll pay by card.”


    “Of course, just a moment.”


    As Ivy handed over her debit card, she prepared to leave without further ado.


    But ra wasn’t done. “Aren’t you the clever one, ying the mistress? It’s effortless, isn’t it, spending


    another woman’s husband’s money?”


    As ra spoke, herpanions around her started to assess Ivy with scornful looks, mocking and


    jeering.


    Ivy wanted to ignore her, but ra was relentless.


    Ivy fixed her with a cold stare. “Excuse me, miss, but are we acquainted? Spread one more rumor, and


    I might just sue you for defamation.”


    “What’s with your attitude? I’m your sister! Who do you think you’re talking to?” ra raised her hand,


    ready to teach Ivy a lesson.


    Ivy was prepared, catching ra’s wrist mid-air. “Lay a hand on me? Let me make it clear- I am no


    longer the Ivy Dunhill you knew. When


    I gave you that money, I cut all ties with the Dunhills, including you! You’re not my sister anymore, and


    you have no right to judge or dictate my life. Got it?”


    With those words, Ivy yanked her arm away and strode out, leaving ra bbergasted. Ivy had


    changed, and she was nobody’s victim anymore.