Ivana's POV

After my mother's death, I had lived every single wish of hers by making sure that Ava and her father paid for what they did to us. I had been so successful, in fact, I sent every achievement to her in the form of a letter. I was done writing this one and was just about to light it up as I usually did then stayed back to watch the ashes go up to heaven, but my phone buzzed distracting me midway.

I raised a brow in surprise on seeing the name.

“Can we talk?”

“Talk? Is Ethan okay–”

“Cut the act. Everybody knows you were only using...