Chapter 82 - Brewing Regret

Ivy’s POV

I couldn't shake off the stories Isabella had told me about her and Leo. The way she spoke about their shared past, the little details she knew—his favorite meals, the way he liked his coffee, the things that made him tick—it all gnawed at me. I knew Leo loved me, but the jealousy inside me was relentless. It curled in my stomach like a slow-burning fire, impossible to ignore.

I wanted to push her words away, to convince myself that they didn’t matter, but they clung to me like a stain I couldn’t scrub out. It made me feel… small. Inadequate. Like no matter what I did, I would always be second to her.

A herbal tea? I scoffed to myself, gripping the edge of the counter. I’ll give him more than that.

“Miss?”

A startled voice broke through my thoughts. I turned sharply, my expression unreadable, to see one of the maids standing there with a pile of bedspreads in her arms. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me.

“What?” I asked, irritation lacing my tone.