Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 23

Chapter 23: I’ve Got My Answers

With trembling fingers, Ruby took her phone from Rayna. She opened the anonymous chat thread, stared at it for a long moment, then began to type:

"Stay the hell out of my life. You know nothing. If you ever text me again, I’ll get my husband involved and make sure you’re caught. This is your final warning. And you should know I have nothing to worry about so you can spill whatever trash you have in your mouth, fool."

She stared at the message, hesitating for just one second more before hitting send.

The message was delivered. The typing indicator blinked for a few seconds.

Then a single response came through:

"Fuck you."

Nothing else. No threats. No taunts. Just two words, sharp and vicious.

Ruby stared at the screen, breath caught in her throat.

Rayna leaned over and read it. "Well. That’s not creepy at all."

"He didn’t deny it," Ruby whispered.

"Yeah," Rayna said slowly. "But he also didn’t say anything else. That might mean he’s rattled. You just showed him you’re not the scared little puppet he thought you were."

Ruby leaned back in the chair, feeling a cold chill run down her spine. "Or I just pissed him off."

Rayna gave a half-smile. "Same difference."

They sat in silence for a while, the tray now mostly empty between them.

"I’m scared, Rayna," Ruby admitted softly.

"I know," Rayna said. "But you’re doing good. And I’m not going anywhere."

Ruby nodded, her eyes falling once more to the phone.

Stefan truly trusted her or was the one behind the

over because now, she’d do all

the lamp on the nightstand. Stefan sat on the edge of the

every creak of the house. Ruby hadn’t returned yet, and though she’d said she’d be right back, the silence seemed to stretch longer than

slightly, his head resting against the headboard. The evening replayed in his mind—the conversation in the wine cellar, the way Ruby had

before. Or maybe it had... but buried beneath

unsettled him the most.

hated the thought, hated himself for even entertaining it. Ivy was his wife. The woman he’d promised to spend his life with. But something had shifted in her—her voice was

why he’d asked Nathan

couldn’t see her, couldn’t study her expressions or pick up on subtle physical

vibrated once beside

the vibration pattern. A secure line, encrypted and reserved only for a few people in his life. He swiped to accept

Nathan called the moment the call

"Nat," Stefan said calmly.

Nathan’s voice came

straightened subtly.

Then threatened to get her husband involved. Can you believe that? I wonder what she’d think if she found out ’her husband’ was

the plan on the morning after his wedding, Nathan had thought it was absurd

best friend after all

Stefan let out a low exhale. His chest tightened, though he wasn’t

said quietly. "No more

was a pause on the other end before Nathan responded. "What answer?

"I now believe she’s Ivy. But like she said, just... changed and more

I gotta admit—just from the tone in her message, I’d say it’s her too. Only Ivy could

smiled faintly. "Exactly," he said wishing he could see her face again, see her smile,

hell did you even think she wasn’t Ivy in the first place? Why did you think she’s her twin? Have

he moved. "I don’t know and honestly, I’ve never really had any altercation with her neither have I had the chance to be in her company," he admitted. "And thinking about why I even did that—it sounds ridiculous now. But then when after our wedding, infact from the church... she was different. She sounded warmer. Kinder. She touched

"But now, she laughs easier. She pauses to

straight. Because she started treating

face. "It sounds stupid

it makes sense. You’re blind. You rely on consistency, patterns, tone shifts. So when those changed, your brain screamed foul play." Nathan’s tone softened. "But have you considered that maybe she

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