Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Ivy stormed up the stairs, not waiting for Shirley to catch up. The tension in her stride was unmistakable.

Shirley was startled by Ivy's sudden outburst, quickly following her into the bedroom, Once the door shut, Ivy couldn't hold back her anger and fear any longer. Mom! Wren didn't come to Havenbrook to get me!" Ivy's voice trembled with rage. "I've been calling him for days, and he hasn't picked up once,

*I went to his office to find out where he was, but his secretary gave me nothing but excuses, Something's not right!"

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as jealousy and panic twisted her face. "He's gone to find Clara, hasn't

Shirley frowned, trying to process her daughter's accusations. "That doesn't make any sense," she said, her tone skeptical. "Clara moved out, didn't she? Why would Wren go looking for him?"

by's frustration boiled over. "Because he cares about hier!" she snapped.

H

"But Wren doesn't even like that girl. Remember? When things got dangerous, he chose to save you, not her. And now, your engagement tomorrow, why on earth would he

many into the Zachman family and her own position in their social circle solidified,

all, Wren had always seemed to choose

hiss. "You don't understand. He's obsessed with her.

to reconcile Ivy's claims with the Wren she thought she knew. "Are you sure you're not overthinking this? Ivy shot her a withening glare. "Mom, have you been paying attention? Do you know

rising as she vented her frustrations. "Clara, that little tramp, texted Wren the day she was discharged from the hospital. She wanted to meet him, but 1 intercepted the message and stopped them from seeing each other. I thought she was just playing games, trying to get his attention, so I didn't take

and forth, her nerves unraveling "But then she left Phoypolls.

No competition, no drama, Wren's yours, and with Mr. Zachman

does care, Mom! "He left me to go look for her! That means she's not just his

the engagement?"

hardened. She'd worked too hard to let this engagement tall apart now. "Ivy," Shirley said, her tone sharp, "you need to calm down. You're letting your emotions get the better

choice but to respect you, to call you Mrs.

Clare