The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 1959

Chapter 1959

Ivy’s heart leapt when she saw the notification in her email: an invitation to an interview. It was only an interview,

yet to her, it was as precious as gold dust. After a string of rejections that felt like tossing wishes into the abyss, this

was a lifeline.

She knew she had to bring her A-game. Every detail mattered, from her poise to her attire, so she dipped into her

modest savings and set out to hit the local mall.

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The clothes Alyssa had prepared were all a bit too glitzy for an interview, more suitable for a gala than an office.

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With a quick word to Alyssa, she was out the door.

Roaming through the mall alone, Ivy found the perfect business suit. It was like the mannequin had been her twin,

but the price tag was hefty. She hesitated, pondering whether to bite the bullet.

“Hey, isn’t that my dear little sister Ivy?” a voice drawled, one that was as familiar as it was unwelcome.

Ivy’s brow furrowed instinctively. Sure enough, there was Clara, flanked by her usual entourage.

Ever since Ivy had paid off the Dunhills with three million, they hadn’t bothered her. She’d hoped she’d seen the last

of them. But fate had other ideas.

Clara was flaunting her newfound luxury, no doubt funded by Ivy’s unwilling generosity.

Ivy didn’t care for the Dunhills’ lavish lifestyle and certainly didn’t want to engage with Clara. She ducked into a

dressing room, hoping to make a quick exit.

But Clara blocked her path. “What are you even doing here, Ivy? As if you could afford anything. Just here to play

dress-up? You should stick to wearing my hand-me-downs!”

Ivy had intended to buy the suit regardless. She sidestepped Clara and said to the sales assistant, “Hi, could you

pack up the suit from the dressing room for me? I’ll pay by card.”

“Of course, just a moment.”

As Ivy handed over her debit card, she prepared to leave without further ado.

But Clara wasn’t done. “Aren’t you the clever one, playing the mistress? It’s effortless, isn’t it, spending another

woman’s husband’s money?”

As Clara spoke, her companions around her started to assess Ivy with scornful looks, mocking and jeering.

Ivy wanted to ignore her, but Clara was relentless.

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Ivy fixed her with a cold stare. “Excuse me, miss, but are we acquainted? Spread one more rumor, and I might just

sue you for defamation.”

“What’s with your attitude? I’m your sister! Who do you think you’re talking to?” Clara raised her hand, ready to

teach Ivy a lesson.

Ivy was prepared, catching Clara’s wrist mid-air. “Lay a hand on me? Let me make it clear- I am no longer the Ivy

Dunhill you knew. When

I gave you that money, I cut all ties with the Dunhills, including you! You’re not my sister anymore, and you have no

right to judge or dictate my life. Got it?”

With those words, Ivy yanked her arm away and strode out, leaving Clara flabbergasted. Ivy had changed, and she

was nobody’s victim anymore.