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Chapter 118: Dangerous
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.
No, not yet.
This was something different. Ivy was up to something, and Elizabeth needed to know what it was. She couldn’t afford to scare her off—not without knowing what she was hiding.
So instead, she pushed the door open quietly and slipped out, pulling her blazer tighter around her shoulders. No guards today.
Just her. But she stayed far back, slipping into the building unnoticed, blending into 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 about Ivy’s plans and she’d learn about them from eavesdropping.
It was something lowly that she shouldn’t be doing but she didn’t care as long as she learned something.
Inside, Ivy walked up to the main reception with effortless grace. Her heels stopped inches from the desk as the nurse behind it glanced up.
"Good morning," Ivy said with a polite smile. "Could you tell me which room Eliana Howells is in? She’s my best friend and I’m here to see her."
The nurse looked up, typed something into the computer, then glanced at her screen. "Room 208. Second floor, take the elevator down the hallway to your right."
Ivy nodded her thanks, then turned sharply on her heel and began walking.
Behind a nearby column, Elizabeth waited. Her ears were sharp enough to catch the room number. 208. She filed it away and followed quietly, every step cautious, her mind running a thousand miles an hour.
Where had she been all these while?
As Ivy walked, her expression darkened slightly, her thoughts no longer calm. Now, they were storming.
I hope she’s awake, she thought bitterly. I hope she sees me standing above her—whole, healthy, strong—and realizes just how far she’s fallen.
She made it to the second floor and found 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 the knob and walked in.
Elizabeth arrived seconds later and flattened herself against the wall just beside the slightly ajar door.
Inside, Ivy entered the private room slowly. The beeping of a heart monitor echoed gently in the space. The window blinds were drawn halfway, letting a pale light wash over the white bedsheets.
And there, lying against the pillows, was Eliana.
Her face looked almost peaceful. But her legs were heavily bandaged, her arm in a cast, and her once-perfect lips were pale and cracked. Machines hummed beside her, tubes ran into her arm, and her dark lashes didn’t flutter. She looked... broken.
Exactly how Ivy wanted her.
For a long moment, Ivy just stood there, looking at her. Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping like a sigh of admiration.
Then she laughed. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Just soft, like the kind of laugh one gives after winning a private, petty game.
She circled the bed slowly, then leaned down near Eliana’s ear, her voice a venomous whisper.
"You thought I didn’t know what you were doing. That you could flirt with Stefan, sneak behind my back, betray me and walk away clean. That I wouldn’t do anything?"
She stood back up and crossed her arms.
"Well, not anymore. You’re done. Finished. No more twisting things, no more pretending you’re better than me or that you’re on my side when all you care about is betraying me. You’ll never walk into a room and take the attention again or talk about me the way you did that day. Not in that wheelchair and definitely not with those legs."
From behind the wall, Elizabeth’s hand flew to her mouth. She’d heard every word. And her blood ran cold. She’d thought Ivy and Eliana were best friends but not from what she was hearing.
From all she’d heard, Ivy didn’t just hate Eliana for betraying her—she had orchestrated this.
She wasn’t just Stefan’s estranged wife or the woman that ran away leaving her twin to take her place. She was dangerous.
And inside the room, Ivy wasn’t done. She leaned in again, her smile now dripping with malice.
"This is just a warning, Eliana," she said softly. "If you ever—ever—try to crawl back into my world again, I’ll make sure you don’t just lose your legs. You’ll lose everything."
What Ivy didn’t know was that though Eliana’s body couldn’t move, her mind was awake. Trapped. But awake. And she had heard everything.
Her fingers twitched slightly beneath the blanket, too weak to respond, but her heart beat harder now. Faster. Fear curled in her chest, choking her. But also a quiet, rising fury.
Outside the room, Elizabeth took a single step back, nearly stumbling.
She should go in there. She should scream. Shout. Tear Ivy apart and force those papers into her hand. But she wasn’t stupid.
If Ivy could do this to a former friend, what might she do to someone she actually hated?
Elizabeth had no guards with her. No backup. And this hospital wasn’t a safe space—it was Ivy’s playground now.
So instead, she turned and left, as silently as she came, her mind already racing through the next steps.
I have to protect Stefan. I have to get her out of his life before it’s too late. Before someone else ends up in a hospital bed—or worse.
Back inside, Ivy reached the door and looked back once more. She gave a soft, mocking wave.
"Sweet dreams, darling."
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