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Chapter 118: Dangerous

The sun had risen higher now, casting warm light over the polished glass of the Zeden General Hospital.

Outside, ambulances came and went, the revolving doors spun endlessly, and inside, the scent of antiseptic and quiet tension filled the air.

Ivy stepped out of her car a few feet from the main entrance. Dressed in a flowing cream blouse tucked into tailored black pants and sleek heels that clicked smartly against the tiled floor, she looked every inch composed and collected. Her oversized sunglasses hid her sharp hazel eyes, but the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her satisfaction.

She paused at the entrance, turning to glance at the hospital sign overhead as if confirming it for the second time.

This was it. The very place they’d rushed Eliana Howells to last night. The news hadn’t mentioned which room, but they had mentioned the hospital and Eliana’s condition and Ivy had come to see it for herself.

She hadn’t come to cry, or apologize. No. She had come to watch—to witness the fall of a queen who’d once dared to make a fool out of her.

But as Ivy took a single step inside, a black SUV pulled up silently near the edge of the lot. Behind the tinted windows sat Elizabeth Winters, her expression unreadable. Her eyes narrowed the moment she caught a glimpse of Ivy stepping through the glass doors.

Her heart stopped for half a second. Ivy.

Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her pulse picking up. She hadn’t seen Ivy since Stefan mentioned the divorce. It was over two days that she’d disappeared, yet here she was.

What was she doing here? At this hospital? Did she come out of hiding to see her friend? Was that how much she cared about her friend?

Elizabeth’s mind spun with questions. She was supposed to be chasing her down for divorce papers—not watching her walk into a hospital that was now swarming with news vans and gossip.

She reached for the car handle—her first instinct was to go confront her. Drag her outside. Slam those papers in her face and make her sign them right here on the hood of her car. But something made her pause.

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know what it was. She couldn’t afford to scare her off—not without

open quietly and slipped out, pulling her blazer tighter around her shoulders. No guards

the quiet bustle of doctors and visitors. She kept her head low, trailing Ivy from a distance. Maybe if Ivy was here to see her friend, they could talk

be doing but she didn’t care as long

effortless grace. Her heels stopped inches from the desk as the

with a polite smile. "Could you tell me which room Eliana Howells

computer, then glanced at her screen. "Room 208. Second floor, take the elevator down

nodded her thanks, then turned sharply on

to catch the room number. 208. She filed it

had she been

her thoughts no longer calm. Now, they were

thought bitterly. I hope she sees me standing above her—whole, healthy, strong—and realizes just how far

the room. The hallway was quiet. A few nurses passed, but otherwise, it was still. She glanced over her shoulder once, saw no one, then turned

seconds later and flattened herself against the

beeping of a heart monitor echoed gently in the space. The window blinds were drawn halfway, letting a pale light wash over

there, lying against the pillows,

were heavily bandaged, her arm in a cast, and her once-perfect lips were pale and

Ivy wanted

stood there, looking at her. Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping like a sigh of

laughed. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Just soft, like the kind of laugh one

down near Eliana’s ear, her voice a venomous

what you were doing. That you could flirt with Stefan, sneak behind my back, betray me and walk

stood back up

all you care about is betraying me. You’ll never walk into a room and take