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Chapter 108: Maybes

The sound of the front door clicking open echoed faintly through the quiet house.

Stefan sat up straighter on the couch, the soft leather creaking beneath him. He had been waiting for hours, listening closely for every small sound—hoping, waiting, imagining the moment Ethan would walk in.

His fingers drummed restlessly on his knees. The low hum of the wall clock and the occasional wind brushing against the windows were the only company he’d had all evening.

The moment he heard footsteps approaching after he heard Ethan getting out of the car, he rose to his feet.

"Ethan?" he called, his voice calm but edged with tension.

"Yeah, it’s me," Ethan replied, his tone light as he stepped further into the living room.

Stefan’s expression tightened, though his eyes scanning Ethan’s face. "So, how was the date?" f.r(e)e\webn.ovel.co\m

Ethan chuckled softly. "No need to act like you care about how the date went. I know that’s not what you’re really interested in."

Stefan didn’t reply right away. His jaw clenched just slightly, and he lowered himself back onto the couch.

"Fine, you got me there. So, tell me," he said finally, voice low, strained.

Ethan exhaled and walked toward him. "You were right," he said simply. "Rayna... she’s indeed Ruby’s best friend."

processed the words he’d heard. The weight of it settled like stone in

that? Did she by any chance

was taking care of a pregnant friend and she went on to tell me how they’d been friends since childhood. Apparently, the three of them grew up together until Rayna and her parents moved then she remained friends with just Ruby. She’d even said when we met

why had Ruby said they’d just met online? Was it because talking about another best friend could blow their cover? Did that mean Rayna had been in his house? Was this by any chance

to focus when he heard Ethan speaking

a second. "That gown... the one we ordered for Ruby. The one

toward Ethan, though his

lowered. "Rayna wore

so heavy it felt like even breathing was

nail through it. That gown... he remembered the night she’d touched the fabric with such care, her fingers brushing it gently. She’d smiled then—one of those soft, shy smiles she gave only when she thought no one was watching but he’d seen it that day in one of those moments he was grateful

when you can see me again,"

had worn it. Her best

the grand scheme of things, but to Stefan, it felt like something had been ripped out of

it to her?" he

she got it. But... she wore it. And that tells us something, doesn’t

like a storm—thoughts crashing into each other, emotions bleeding into one another.

on everything they had. Maybe she hated him now. Maybe she’d written him

someone who loved him under another name. He hadn’t blamed her, not truly. He had felt betrayed, yes, but also desperate to understand why. And even now, with the truth pressing into him like

quiet sighs when she thought he was asleep.

slowly, "she’s trying to move

for a long moment before replying. "Maybe. Or maybe she’s just wants to live without