#Chapter 165 – Consorting with the Enemy

When I open the front door to my shore house, I’m a little appalled – but somehow, not surprised - to see Ivan standing there. “Are you serious,” I growl, moving to slam the door shut. But he throws out an arm, stopping me. “I just want to talk, Fay.” I stare up at him, hatred all over my face. “Where was all the talking, Ivan, in the past few days before you destroyed my life?” “I didn’t destroy anything,” he snaps back, his temper rising as he leans forward to glare down at me. “Kent did that. But somehow, I’m the bad guy?” “Yeah, Ivan,” I hiss, staring up at him. “People who lie to me for months about their entire identity are the bad guy –“ “I was undercover!” he shouts, starting to lose his cool. “It was my job!” I open my mouth to throw something back at him, but my dad’s cool voice cuts me off. “Can I help you, young man?” he asks, and I turn to see my dad with his arms crossed, looking Ivan up and down unhappily. “Sir,” Ivan says, standing up straight and look