Almost a Wife Never His Love novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Nova's throat tightened. Her fingers clenched the shawl's edge like a lifeline.

Then—slowly—she unspooled her grip.

She knew resistance was futile. He'd take it by force if needed.

As she handed it over, Ivy accepted it with a contrite smile. "Thank you. I'll have it cleaned and returned."

"No!" Nova shook her head violently, molten panic rising., "It cannot be washed. Dry clean only. I'll send someone for it tomorrow."

Ivy nodded, "Understood."

Headlights pierced the rain. Their chauffeur pulled up.

Zane glanced at Ivy's pallor, his brow furrowed. "Ivy's coming down with something. I'll take her home." He didn't look at Nova. "It's out of your way. Find your own ride."

He didn't wait for her reply. Shielding Ivy from the downpour, he ushered her into the car.

The door slammed. Tires hissed on wet pavement. The black sedan vanished into the storm.

Alone on the steps, Nova watched rainwater soak the hem of her gown.

The streets were deserted.

She waited forty minutes in the lashing wind before a taxi appeared.

By the time she reached home, she was drenched and shivering violently. Her head throbbed.

She forced down fever reducers and collapsed into bed.

Sometime deep in the night, her phone buzzed relentlessly. Agony spiked through her skull. Lifting a hand was impossible. She let it vibrate into silence.

Morning brought a broken fever and a throat scraped raw. Nova dragged herself upright, gulped water, and finally checked her phone.

Dozens of unread messages—all from Ivy.

The first image stopped her breath—

Her grandmother's heirloom shawl, submerged in water. The fine cashmere was a sodden, misshapen ruin.

Messages cascaded:

Nova's glare was lethal. "You. Did. This. On. Purpose."

Ivy's eyes instantly flooded. "Purpose? I don't understand…"

"You planned your return. Called Zane when your 'sick' mother needed marrow. Whispered poison outside the OR. Timed your interruption during our kiss. And now—" Nova advanced like a winter storm, "this calculated desecration of my heirloom shawl."

Her voice dropped to subzero, "I see your games, Ivy. My silence was mercy. That mercy ends now."

Ivy's mask slipped—fear flickered. Then fresh tears fell. "I haven't… I swear I don't know what you mean…"

Nova drew breath for another strike—

A voice, colder than the storm, cut through the room:

"Nova Sterling."

She whirled.

Zane stood in the doorway. Fury darkened his face like thunder.