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Chapter 90

Chapter 90: A Snake

Eliana sat perched elegantly on the edge of the marble kitchen stool, legs crossed at the ankles, her sharp brown eyes studying Ivy with a silence that didn’t quite feel comforting after Ivy had told her everything that happened.

Ivy had just finished wiping her tears, her face blotchy and tired despite the layers of foundation still clinging to her skin. Her breathing had evened out, but the tension around her shoulders remained coiled like a spring.

Eliana tilted her head. "So... what’s your plan now? Stefan asked you to leave. Are you just going to stay here and risk him throwing you out for real?"

Ivy looked up, startled at how blunt her friend sounded. But then again, Eliana had always been that way—direct, fearless, and sometimes a little too sharp. Still, Ivy needed that sharpness now. She needed someone with fire beside her, not another whisper of doubt.

"I don’t know," Ivy admitted, dragging her palms down the sides of her dress, still fidgeting. "He told me to be gone before he returned, and if he comes home and sees me, I honestly don’t know what he’ll do. He’s... furious, Eliana. Not annoyed, not irritated—he’s completely done. I saw it in his eyes. He was cold."

"But you’re not leaving," Eliana stated rather than asked, her gaze never breaking.

"No," Ivy said firmly, lifting her chin. "I can’t leave, not yet. Not like this. I have a plan."

Eliana arched a brow. "A plan?"

"Yes," Ivy whispered, stepping closer like she was afraid the walls might hear her. "I’m going to make something for him. A meal. Something that’ll help him... loosen up. Let his guard down. I’ll get his secretary to deliver it tomorrow and pretend it’s from a new catering business or something. I will give her enough money so she won’t spill the truth. He won’t suspect it came from me. And then... if things go right, I’ll appear. Coincidentally. And maybe..." Her voice trailed off, but the implication hung in the air like a thick fog.

Eliana’s lips parted, but she didn’t speak for a moment. Then she leaned back slowly, her head slightly tilted. "That’s bold," she said with a tiny smirk. "But will it work?"

Ivy hesitated. "I don’t know. I honestly don’t. But I’m not just going to sit around while my marriage falls apart. If there’s even a sliver of a chance I can fix this... then I have to try."

Eliana stared at her for a beat too long, then finally sighed and pushed off the stool. "Alright then. How about I help you?"

Ivy blinked. "Help me?"

"Yes," Eliana said, stepping closer. "I’ll talk to Stefan. I’ll ask him to reconsider. You know I’ve never really asked him for anything—never. But maybe if I beg him, he’ll at least listen. Let you explain. Give you a chance and then you can use your charms on me like you’ve always done."

day, her face softened with hope. "You’d really do that? You mean

never would’ve thought Eliana would want to help

reassuring smile, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Ivy’s cheek. "Of course I do. You’re my best friend, Ivy. If you want your husband back, I’ll help you

time it was gratitude. "Thank you," she breathed.

prepare something for me now. Nothing too fancy,

watching as Ivy walked off with a renewed sense of purpose. Once Ivy was out of earshot, Eliana’s expression shifted and the softness

her fingers tapping against the

later, Ivy returned, her heels clicking with urgency. "Okay, the

almost five. If Stefan

glancing toward the hallway clock. "But the food, I need

enough for now. He needs a little space. I’ll talk to him, ease the tension... You don’t have to worry. I’m here

hesitated, chewing her lower lip.

the guest room. Get your mind

and for once, she didn’t feel entirely alone. She reached forward and hugged Eliana tightly. "I’m so glad I have you. I

her back. "I

turned and rushed quietly toward the hallway, careful not to draw any attention. Once she slipped into the guest room and closed the door behind her, she exhaled deeply.

her but whatever the case would be, Stefan was going to let his guard down after Eliana finished speaking to him

the coast was clear before her smile faded

window, arms

alright," she murmured under her breath. "Just not the way you

the evening began to creep in like

a soft click, and Stefan stepped into the living room, the scent of polished wood and faint vanilla lingering

familiar space. The past three days had changed everything. Sight—his sight—was no longer a fading hope but a regained truth. The world

on his couch with her legs crossed like she owned the place, he didn’t need

coolly, his voice cutting through the silence like

blouse. "Stefan." Her smile was pleasant, practiced. "You’re back

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