Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 103: I’ll Handle It

The sun had long climbed its way into the sky over Zeden, casting bold rays across the polished streets and rooftops. It was just past noon, and the city moved in its usual quiet rhythm—people rushing to meetings, children out of school laughing in clusters, and cars honking lazily as they rolled past traffic lights. But none of it registered in Elizabeth’s mind.

She had just left Winters Corp after finding out there would be meeting that day abd though Stefan had Oliver take things up, she still needed to see how well he’d do.

The meeting had gone as expected—numbers, updates, decisions. Her presence, once commanding and unwavering, now felt weighty with a strange kind of guilt. A guilt that never really left her since Stefan discovered the truth... about Ruby, about Ivy, about the damage her silence had also caused.

As she sat behind the wheel of her dark sedan, the engine purring beneath her hands, her thoughts were elsewhere. She tapped her fingers gently against the leather steering wheel, staring blankly out the windshield.

"Maybe she’s signed them already," she murmured to herself, trying to shake the growing unease in her chest.

But she knew Ivy.

And Ivy didn’t do anything she didn’t want to. Not when it involved her pride.

Which was exactly why Elizabeth found herself turning in the direction of Stefan’s estate instead of going home. She needed to make sure Ivy had signed those divorce papers. She needed to make sure that when Stefan returned after finding Ruby, there wouldn’t be anything left standing in the way of him and Ruby.

Because Ruby was the one who had suffered the most.

The drive to Stefan’s house was short but felt strangely long. Every red light, every slow pedestrian crossing made her fingers tighten on the wheel. As she turned into the gated estate, the guards gave a polite nod, recognizing her instantly. The gates opened smoothly and closed behind her with a quiet thud.

She parked and stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the smooth stone driveway. The early afternoon sun cast long shadows over the lawn, and a light breeze rustled the leaves in the hedges. Elizabeth walked up the porch steps and rang the bell.

Soon, the butler came to get the door and after greeting her, disappeared back into the hallway and to the workers quarters.

Seeing that Ivy wasn’t in the living room, Elizabeth then headed straight to stairs and to Stefan’s bedroom where she knew Ivy would be if she was still in the house.

"Ivy?" she called when she got just outside the room but there was no answer.

She tried again. But still nothing. Then her brow furrowed in confusion.

Maybe Ivy was asleep? But even that didn’t feel right. Ivy was many things, but she wasn’t careless. If she was inside, she would have answered.

any answers, she opened the door and peeked through. When she saw Ivy wasnt

spotted Mariana, one of the house staff she’d brought in, coming in from the

called, striding

and offered a polite bow. "Madam Elizabeth. Good

you seen Ivy today?" Elizabeth

of hair back behind her ear. "No, Madam. Madam Ivy left

heart gave a small

Madam. I thought maybe she had informed

a flicker of worry creeping up her spine. "No, she didn’t. Did

shaking her head. "She just said she

pressed her lips together. Her thoughts

Was she intentionally avoiding them? Did she know the lawyer would come? Was this her way of dodging the divorce? Did she even know about the

her, the doorbell rang. Elizabeth turned quickly, heading back toward the main entrance. She opened it to see a tall man in a dark blue

greeted, recognizing Stefan’s

a polite nod. "I hope I’m

let him in.

have the divorce documents.

chuckle, shaking her head. "That’s why I’m here too. I wanted

an eyebrow. "Is

back toward him. "No. I was told just now that she left the house yesterday and hasn’t

his expression growing serious. "That’s odd. Do you think she’s avoiding signing the

him a look. "Does that

smiled tightly.

of silence between them before he added, "So what now? Without knowing where she is, it’s not exactly possible to get

out her hand. "Give me

Eric blinked. "Pardon?" .com

heard me. Give them to

he asked, confused. "If you don’t know where