Chapter 62: What Does She Mean?

"Ruby, stop this madness!" Regina snapped. "You’re embarrassing yourself."

But Ruby didn’t even flinch. She looked right at Stefan. "I was going to tell you everything today," she whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. "I had so much to say, but I guess there’s no point now."

"Ruby—" Stefan called, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

"Someone else got you now so I have to leave now, Stefan." Her voice cracked. "I hope you enjoy your marriage," she said and with that, she walked away.

Each step down the hallway echoed louder in her chest than it did in the walls. She felt numb. Like the ground beneath her had shifted. Like the world had gone silent, except for the sound of her breaking heart.

Her hand cradled her stomach unconsciously. For their child, she had stayed strong. For their child, she had waited. But now... she wasn’t sure what came next.

Only one thing was certain: She was done waiting to be chosen or seen. He made his choice and now, they’d have to live with it.

The room fell silent after Ruby left, but Stefan’s mind was anything but quiet.

He sat there frozen, her words echoing in his head.

"You’re still blind, Stefan."

"Someone else got you now."

"I hope you enjoy your marriage."

A strange weight pressed against his chest. He glanced around the room—his mother Elizabeth, Ivy, and Ruby’s mother Regina were all trying to act as though nothing had happened.

Ivy clung to his side, wiping away the last of her tears, but Stefan’s gaze lingered on the door Ruby had just walked out of.

There was something about her. The way she spoke. The fire in her eyes. The pain behind her voice. It wasn’t just some dramatic show. It had felt real. Too real.

"Are you okay?" Ivy asked softly, slipping her arm around his.

"Yeah," he replied absently, though the word tasted like a lie. "Just... confused."

with a comforting smile. "Don’t let her get in your head, darling.

"Always trying to

the type to jump to conclusions, but nothing about

rubbing his temples. "Can I

his arm tightened

betrayed her reluctance. "But don’t think too

reluctantly exited the room. Only when the door shut behind

sat down slowly, his fingers brushing his temple as a dull ache settled in. His mind replayed everything—every word, every expression

kind of familiarity. Like it wasn’t the first time he’d heard it whisper his name. Like it had whispered it a hundred times

knew her? Why

around the room, searching for something—anything—that could ground his spiraling thoughts. He wasn’t

first time she entered the room, he’d thought she smelled and seemed familiar. But he’d brushed it off. After all, Ivy

just all he’d heard from Ivy

then why did her presence stir

did her scent, her voice, her very energy feel

slowly. "She said she loves me," he whispered to himself. "She said it’s all

does she mean by all she

out the hospital window. If there was one thing

like the

bring up childhood memories she should’ve known. Or how she’d avoid holding his hand in public places. Or how she never once said I love you without him

or could it be true? That the Ivy he thought he’d lived with wasn’t the same Ivy he’d seen when he regained his sight? f

been raw. Unfiltered. Real and didn’t seem

been a strange ache inside him. Like something lost had just brushed past him. Like a memory trying to return. What exactly was going on and what did it have to do with Ruby? Why does it seem like the more he was trying to brush it all off the more it

He was supposed to

got you.... "Got you." That used to be his Ivy’s words so why was Ruby using it? Was it because they were so

of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, head in his

What were you trying to tell me? What was it? And why

That what he’d seen, what he’d been told—was only the surface. Just like Ruby had

he wasn’t sure he wanted to take anyone’s word for

needed answers. He needed the truth. And if Ruby had it... he was going to find her. He thought as

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