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."

a comforting smile. "Don’t let her get in your

Regina added quickly. "Always trying to take

slowly, but his thoughts were still spinning. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but nothing about that encounter felt

paused, rubbing his temples. "Can I have

his arm tightened

"But don’t think too hard about what she said. You don’t need

reluctantly exited the room. Only when the door shut behind them did he release the

a dull ache settled in. His mind replayed everything—every word, every

kind of familiarity. Like it wasn’t the first time he’d

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

room, searching for something—anything—that could ground his spiraling thoughts. He wasn’t just confused;

familiar. But he’d brushed it off.

sure. Was it just all he’d heard from Ivy that made

her

did her scent, her voice, her very energy feel

the room slowly. "She said she loves me," he

lie? What does she mean by

hardened as he stared out the hospital window. If there was one thing he hated, it was being manipulated. And right now, something

helping him with work, acting like the perfect fiancée-turned-wife. She’d been sweet, kind, almost too agreeable. At the time, he appreciated it. But now, thinking back—there were

how Ivy 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

That the Ivy he thought he’d lived with wasn’t the same Ivy he’d seen when he regained his sight? f .r

met Ruby... but the Ruby he saw today had been raw. Unfiltered. Real

he touched 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

was supposed to be happy. He could see again. He was

out that door when Ruby did? Someone else got you.... "Got you." That used to be his Ivy’s words so why was Ruby

the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his

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

truth hadn’t been told. That what he’d seen, what he’d been told—was only the surface. Just like Ruby had

he wanted to

her. He thought as he