It would break her. Drive an irreparable wedge between us.
She would never forgive me if she knew that the career—the business she worked so hard to build—was ripped to shreds by the man who loves her. She’d be devastated, and she might even do something drastic.
It wasn’t hard to give them a little tidbit to fixate on—that would have people coming at her with pitchforks without allowing for any context or additional information.
It’s so easy to whip the internet into a frenzy these days. One well-placed leak and it’s all over.
Part of me felt bad for doing it.
But Ivy’s attention was all over the place.
She was good at her job—really good—but her clients were taking advantage of her. Their neuroses were spilling onto her like a disease, each one making her jump back and forth like a ragdoll, responding to their whims.
It was no good. Not sustainable.
The job was treating her as a battering ram, and there was absolutely no way for her nervous system to calm while being involved inthat.
So I took matters into my own hands.
And it worked.
It was all planned, and everything went into motion perfectly.
I lined up a new client, someone I knew well from years back. A rare person that I somewhat trust.
She happened to be in the market for a competent PR person, someone excellent with social media.
And I knew she’d treat Ivy properly. That she’d be respectful of her time and appreciate her skillset, the way that Ivy deserves.
She doesn’t need those other people.
They showed their hand, dropping her at the first sign of trouble. Their superficial take-take-take attitude deserving of a more violent end than I’ve given them. They should be grateful they got off so easy.
And as for the way this situation has made Ivy feel. She’s obviously shattered. A husk of her former self.
It’s been hard seeing her like this.
But I know this will pass—it’s already beginning to with the onset of her latest client—and the Internet mob will soon move onto the latest scandal. The latest target. Someone’s always planting this or that online, whether it has merit or not. There’s always something to send the internet into a froth, so today’s news becomes yesterday’s.
The death threats are no good, of course. But I have a team working on disposing of everyone who made one of those.
Most of them are probably full of it, but I don’t take risks.
Especially when it comes to my Ivy.
And she will rise from the ashes once again, like she always does. My beautiful poison, just like a phoenix that never stays down for too long, no matter what life throws at her.
She just doesn’t need to know I’m the one who lit the match.
She’ll be happier for it.
And we’ll be stronger together having gone through it. Giving her the ability to see just how supportive I am.
How I would do absolutely anything for her.
Including destroying her.
Especially that.