Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 99: One Less Battle

The evening air in Florittle was heavy with the scent of blooming jacarandas as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and purple.

Stefan stepped off the plane, his sunglasses tucked away, the fatigue from the long flight etched on his face. His heart pounded harder the moment his shoes touched solid ground. He was here—for her. For Ruby.

He sighed. Being here was one thing but finding her was another. Where could she be in this vast city of Florittle? He mused as he looked around.

Scanning the arrivals area, he spotted Ethan standing near a pillar, dressed casually in jeans and a grey T-shirt, waving a little too enthusiastically.

A faint smile tugged at Stefan’s lips. He hadn’t realized how much he missed Ethan’s annoying energy until now.

"Finally," Ethan said, pulling Stefan into a quick, brotherly hug—the kind men gave when emotions were there but words were hard to find. He gave him a firm pat on the back before stepping back with a grin.

"Look at you. Still brooding like someone ran off with your lunch money."

Stefan chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Don’t start, Ethan. You know why I’m not exactly in the mood for jokes."

Ethan shrugged, lifting Stefan’s duffle bag effortlessly. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’re all serious now because you want to find your substitute wife."

Stefan rolled his eyes, letting the corners of his mouth curve into a tired smile. "You’re not wrong and she’s not just a substitute wife for me and no matter how hard I try... I just... I’m not myself. Not until I find her. Not until I know she’s safe."

They started walking toward the parking lot, the hum of voices and distant car engines filling the air between them.

Ethan tossed the bag into the trunk and opened the passenger door for Stefan. "You know what? It’s okay," he said as he got behind the wheel. "I understand. I really do. You don’t have to pretend around me."

against the seat as the car pulled out of the airport. The streets of Florittle rolled past in a blur—bright lights, honking cars, people living their lives while his felt

pulled out his phone

glanced over. "Who is it?" he asked, wondering why he had that

her. Elizabeth," Stefan muttered, lips

volume knob, lowering the music. "Stefan, I know what you said but I

to her right

need to. Come on, man. If she’s still trying to reach you, it means she wants to make things right so badly. You know you need all the support you can get right now. You should speak to her.... at least just once and hear what she has to say. You don’t have to

Then, with a quiet exhale, he

"Hello?"

pause on the line. Then her voice—soft, hopeful, trembling—came through. "Stefan... thank God

stirred something in him, no matter how much

said, her voice cracking. "I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For not trusting you enough.... for getting in the way of your happiness.

get in the way, Mom. You helped create this mess. You

Ruby too. I let fear drive my decisions. But please, Stefan... let me

a small silence stretched between them.

firm. "If you want to help, then help Oliver manage things at the company. And

a stunned pause on the other

said. "Ruby deserves better. So do I. I can’t move forward with

"I didn’t know

you do. Make sure she signs them. That’s how you can help me. Makes sure