Ivy Morgan POV:

As I got better, I decided to resume back at the bakery. Grace tried her best, checking up and me and visiting me often.

I truly needed a shoulder to hang on but I knew I had to be brave. I supported Derick all through the relationship, and this was what he thought I deserved.

As I dressed up for work, I heard a knock. I wasn't expecting anybody, and I had to live in the next few minutes. My boss refused to pick up and even call me throughout my stay in the hospital, so I had a lot to deal with.

As I opened the door, I saw the man whom I loved so much, more than my life. This time I felt hate within me.

" Ivy, just a few seconds." He begged holding the door.

" Why, Derrick? I asked. What do you have to say now?"

" I know I have hurt you, Ivy. I wanted to tell you, but I just wanted to wait for the right time."

I got pissed hearing those words from Derrick. The right time.

" Would there be a right time, Derrick? Telling me that you are in love with my girlfriend or sleeping with my ex best friend, whom I introduced to you a few months ago. I begged her to employ you when she started managing her father's company. It makes sense, Derick. You always use women to get to what you want." I said bitterly.

I was done crying for him. He doesn't deserve it.

" No, I truly love you, Ivy. I can't explain how it started. It just happened. It was just a moment of lust, weakness,I couldn't control myself and it grew from there," he tried defending himself

I knew he wanted to blame me because I refused to be intimate with him. I grew up with a traditional mother who believed sex is supposed to happen within the confines of marriage, and even after my mom died, I never stopped believing it.

" Enough! Derick. Get out of my house. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. We are done." I said it trying to control the tears.

" So what now? You're gonna throw away what we both had now." He asked.

" At this point, you sound foolish, Derick." I shut my door and fell to the floor crying my eyes out.

Love wasn't meant for me.

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As I left the house, I decided to visit the Blackwood Group before going to the bakery. I couldn't get his contact at the hospital, so I had to try visiting to show appreciation.

I pulled out my phone, searched for directions on Google map, and found the place immediately. Out of curiosity, I typed in his name. Instantly, dozens of images filled my screen, pictures of him at events, interviews, and articles showcasing his countless achievements.

I paused, studying his face. He was undeniably handsome, but something was intimidating about him. Every picture radiated confidence and authority. He wasn’t just a man of success; he was the kind of man people feared and respected without question.

I looked at the comment section, and people were gushing over his looks.

The moment I got out of the taxi, I stopped, utterly shocked. The Blackwood Group wasn’t less than my expectations, but it's worth admiring, the skyscraper stretched high into the clouds, its glass walls gleaming like a mirror. The name BLACKWOOD GROUP was boldly carved across the entrance in sleek silver letters.

People streamed in and out,men and women dressed in sharp suits, luxury cars lined the driveway, and security guards stood like statues, their watchful eyes missing nothing, some even held scary dogs.

The aura was intimidating, I realized my outfit wasn't fit for this kind of place. I was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a plain top. It was comfortable, casual, but didn't fit in. I tried to tug lightly at the hem of my top, wishing I had thought more carefully about what to wear before coming.

I knew I had to be here. It would be ungrateful of me not to come apologize and appreciate him for paying my hospital bills.

I walked, trying my best to be confident, but my hands were sweaty, and I walked fast.

As I got to the entrance, I walked straight to the front desk officer. Thankfully, it was a lady, and I felt she would understand

“Hello… good morning. Please, I’d like to see Mr. Elias Blackwood.”

“Do you have an appointment?” she looked at me, scanning my outfit.

I smiled. She was probably wondering why someone like me was looking for her boss.

“No, but… It’s important. I just need a few minutes with him.”

“Mr. Blackwood doesn’t take walk-ins. You need an appointment

“I’m not a stranger. He… he knows me. I just want to thank him.” I had a little accident a few days ago, and he took me to the hospital and paid the bills. I just want to say thank you

“Right."So you, the lady on the blog, her eyes full of disapproval, “ Look, Miss, you can write a note and I will give it to his P.A. but I can't let you in,” she offered, still being polite.

“Okay. I agreed.

I did just that, thanked the officer and walked out immediately as I needed to face Clara as soon as possible

My heart pounded as I walked into Clara's office. I was so scared of her reaction, and Grace had already briefed me that she was angry. I put the company at risk by running out on duty, hitting the host car, causing an accident that was all over the broadcast station, blogs, and on a special occasion.

I couldn't imagine what my punishment would be.

" Hello, Clara. I greeted her with a soft smile.

Clara had always been a difficult boss, but I was one of the staff who stayed with her no matter how tough she was.

She smiled briefly, but I could see she was deeply in thought.

" I'm so sorry what happened a few days ago, Clara. It wasn't my intention to mess up," I explained

She looked at me blankly for a few minutes

" How are we going to solve this, Ivy? My license was revoked for unprofessionalism." She said.

" What? I asked shocked.

"You hit a fucking billionaire that can buy the whole city with me and you in it? A scandal at his most important event, Ivy. How am I going to solve this?" She raised her voice, fuming in anger.

The tears were dropping,my heart was shattered

" I'm so sorry, Clara. I never knew it would turn out this way.

She scoffed.

" Well, it did, Ivy. And sorry isn't fixing this. He is suing us for damages. That was our biggest shot in years, and you ruined it. I have bills to pay. My husband's debts to pay, salaries to pay. My son is autistic, how do I pay his bills, his medication, everything? "she cried.

Those words pierced her heart; she couldn't bear the thought of what had just happened to her within days.

She ran out of the office.