Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

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."

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

quickly. "Always trying

spinning. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but nothing about that encounter felt

his temples. "Can I have a

arm tightened ever so

her reluctance. "But don’t think too hard about what she

until they all reluctantly exited the room. Only when the door shut behind them did he release the breath

his temple as a dull ache settled in. His mind replayed everything—every

voice rang with a strange kind of familiarity. Like it wasn’t the first time he’d heard

it feel like I knew her? Why was she speaking like someone

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

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

now he wasn’t so sure. Was it just all he’d heard from

did her presence stir something in

did her scent, her voice,

slowly. "She said she loves me," he whispered

What does she mean by

window. If there was one thing

All the times Ivy had been by his side, helping him with work, acting like the perfect fiancée-turned-wife. She’d been

sometimes hesitated when he’d 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

was perfect. Too perfect that he’d suspected her or could it be true? That the Ivy he thought

raw. Unfiltered. Real and didn’t

Ivy’s hand, it was calm, familiar. But when Ruby had spoken... there had 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

ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. He was supposed to be happy.

part of him had just walked out that door when Ruby did? Someone else got you.... "Got you." That used to be his Ivy’s words so why was Ruby using it? Was it because they were so close they know each other and say

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

to tell me? What was it? And why do I feel like... you’re the one

told. That what he’d seen, what he’d been told—was only

wanted to

had it... he was going to find her. He thought as he picked up his phone which was lying on the shelf close to