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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."

he’d heard. The weight of it settled

Did she by any chance say

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

blow their cover? Did that mean Rayna had been in his house? Was this by any chance connected to Martin and Mara telling him Ruby had been carrying

and shook his head to focus when he heard Ethan speaking

added, hesitating for just a second. "That gown... the one we ordered for

his head toward Ethan, though his eyes

voice lowered. "Rayna wore it

grew heavy, so heavy it felt like

hard and fast, like someone had driven a 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

when you can

someone else had worn it. Her

was such a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but to Stefan,

to her?"

didn’t say how she got it. But... she wore it. And that tells us

resting on the couch cushion. His mind felt like a storm—thoughts crashing into each other, emotions bleeding into one another.

had given up on everything they had. Maybe she hated

the confusion of living with 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 a sharp blade, all he

he was asleep. Her scent lingering on his

slowly,

before replying. "Maybe. Or maybe she’s just wants to live without