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What The Future Holds Part 2
Sam glared at Ivy as he entered the Harmony jail. He had been silent the whole car ride over there, too angry and dismayed to say anything.
As he put her in her cell he finally let her have it. "You know, Ivy!" he almost yelled, "this is low, even for you." He locked the cell. "I could never have imagined even you doing something like this."
"I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't thinking," she replied not even hearing what she was saying.
"Oh yes you were. You hated Theresa since you saw the headline saying she sent the email. I guess you finally decided to do something about it. Well remorse isn't going to get you out of this one, Ivy. You're looking at 15 years to life for attempted murder. And if Theresa dies you're definitely going to get life."
"It doesn't matter what sentence I get." Ivy said, ready to cry again. "Everyone who I care about hates me. You, Pilar, Ethan."
He nodded bitterly. "Yeah, you got that right. You know, it's ironic, isn't it? When it comes down to it, Theresa didn't ruin your life, Gwen didn't ruin your life, Rebecca didn't ruin your life, not even Julian and Alistair ruined your life. You did. You ruined your own life by being so vengeful and by being a complete bitch."
Ivy just stared at the wall, taking in what Sam said. He was right, and it hurt. She knew she ruined her own life the second Gwen admitted she sent the email, but it stung to have someone actually say it. But she had to admit one more thing. "Sam," she began, "David isn't really Grace's husband." She had tears in her eyes.
"How do you know that?"
She stared at him. "Because I hired him to pretend to be." Sam was in shock, he stared at her with dismay. Ivy continued. "I hired him, just like I hired Father Mike, just like I forged a copy of the marriage licence and sent it to Hartford." She waited for Sam's response.
He looked around, feeling more anger and hatred for Ivy than he did before. "You know what Ivy?!" he yelled, but was cut off when the telephone rang.
He let the phone ring a second time before going over to answer it, glaring with hatred at Ivy at the same time. "Hello?...Oh Gd." He winced. Ivy walked over to the edge of her cell in fear, praying that he wasn't told Theresa had died. "Yeah," Sam continued over the phone. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He hung up.
"Who was it?" Ivy asked, panic in her voice.
"That was Eve. Theresa lost the baby." He glared at Ivy
"Oh no."
"And because of the sudden stress on her body, she has an even lesser chance of surviving the surgery." Ivy was crying. "I gotta get to the hospital for Ethan." He started to leave. "Better tally it up Ivy, that's two miscarriages you've caused." He stormed out.
Ivy stood there thinking about everything that happened and what Sam just said. Then she thought about what Ethan
was going through and what he was thinking. And then she just collapsed on the floor in sobs.
Grace and Sam got to the hospital at the same time. "Sam!" Grace yelled when she finally recognized him in the dark. "You're not going to believe what David said in this goodbye letter."
"He isn't your husband," he replied frankly.
She sighed. "Ivy told you."
"Yeah, I'm still in shock. I can't believe how evil she's become."
"Same here. How's Theresa doing?"
He shook his head. "She lost the baby."
Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, no."
"I have to be with Ethan," he said as they entered the hospital. "Miguel has Charity, Luis has Sheridan, Pilar doesn't have anyone..."
"I'll go be with her," Grace said. "I was going to be anyway."
"Thanks. That's what I was going to ask." He then stopped and stared at Grace. "But I don't think there's anything we can do for them except try to comfort them."
"It's something."
"Yeah, but it's going to take more than that to pull Ethan through."
They didn't say anything else until they saw Ethan, who just looked helpless with his head in his hands. "I have to find Pilar," Grace said. "I'll leave you two alone." She kissed Sam on the cheek and left.
Sam stood in the doorway for a few seconds trying to think of what to do. Finally he walked over to Ethan and sat down next to him.
"How did this happen?" Ethan asked looking up at him. He looked like he had been crying. "How could she betray me like this?"
"Sshh." Sam wrapped his arm around him. "Ivy's in jail, she's gonna stay there. She's never going to hurt anyone again."
"It's too late. I lost my baby. And I could lose Theresa too." His voice was completely choked trying to hold back tears. "Oh Gd. If she dies she's not going to know I love her. She's not going to know I forgive her. She's not going to know I love her." The tears were falling down his face, as he stared up at the ceiling. "Please God, don't take Theresa away from me. Please let her live." He stared back at the wall. Within seconds he burst into sobs and collapsed on Sam's lap.
"Let it out," Sam said as he stroked his son's shoulder. "Let it out." It was all he could say. He almost said, 'It's okay,' but he knew it wasn't. It wasn't okay and he couldn't make it okay. He couldn't make it better for Ethan. All he could do was hold him as he sobbed.
Gradually, Ethan's sobbing became heavy breathing. When Sam leaned over he saw his eyes were closed. He had cried himself to sleep. Sam looked over at the wall thinking about Ivy, a deep glare in his eyes. He wasn't even thinking about how she hired David or all the other things she did to break him and Grace up, all he was thinking about was Ethan. "Damn you, Ivy," he said. "Damn you to hell for what you did to my son." He continued to stroke Ethan anyway even though he was asleep, and within minutes he had fallen asleep himself.
