Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 127: Not Over Yet

Elizabeth stood from her chair and crossed the room to pour herself a glass of water. Her reflection in the mirror above the console table looked composed, calm, elegant. But behind her eyes burned a quiet intensity.

"I warned you, Regina," she murmured to herself. "You chose to protect Ivy even when you knew the truth. You let her hurt not just my son but someone else’s child. Now you’re learning what that costs."

She took a sip of water and let the silence settle around her like silk.

There would be more battles to come—she knew that. Regina wouldn’t give up so easily. She never did. But for now... Elizabeth had the upper hand. The footage was safe. Her identity was hidden. And Ivy’s reputation? Sinking like a stone in the sea.

She walked to the window and looked out over the quiet streets of Zeden. People walked by, busy with their daily lives, unaware of the storm brewing in the high circles of the city’s elite.

Let them gossip. Let them speculate.

Elizabeth would sit back and watch it all unfold.

And if Regina Quinn thought this was over, she had no idea what was still coming.

Elizabeth smiled again, a true smile this time—cold, triumphant, and full of quiet fury.

A soft knock on the door pulled Elizabeth from her peaceful thoughts.

"Yes?" she called out, not turning her head.

The door creaked open a little and one of the maids, young and always a little timid, peeked her head through. "Ma’am," she said carefully, her voice barely above a whisper, "Miss Ivy is downstairs. She’s in the living room waiting for you."

Elizabeth turned slowly toward the maid. Her smile, calm and steady, stretched wider. She didn’t even have to ask what Ivy was doing there. No one had to tell her. She already knew.

"She’s here," Elizabeth murmured, more to herself than to the maid. Her eyes twinkled, and then she chuckled softly. "Of course she is."

The maid stood awkwardly, unsure whether to retreat or stay, her hands nervously wringing the ends of her apron.

Elizabeth waved her off gently. "That will be all. Thank you."

The maid gave a slight bow and disappeared behind the door, closing it softly behind her.

Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she rested her arms on the armrests. The grin on her face now was no longer restrained. It was full. Warm. Triumphant. The kind of smile someone wore when they had been waiting patiently—ever so patiently—for a day that had finally arrived.

So... Ivy Quinn had come. The runaway bride. The manipulative little fox who thought she could worm her way into her son’s heart—and home—and make it hers after so causing so much havoc. She had finally cracked. Elizabeth could already picture the look on her face. Pale. Nervous. Her hands probably wringing, mascara smudged from another round of pitiful tears. The poor little actress had reached the end of her stage play.

savor it. The silence. The sense of freedom that lingered just on the other side

was only one reason Ivy would show up unannounced, after all that had happened. After her humiliating stunt at the hospital. After the media firestorm. After

satisfaction. Her words carried

pride, and a kind of protective victory only a

suffer just by knowing what Ivy had done and the fact that someone else had been the one loving him only to

all that pain could

would

made him smile without any form of guilt or being held back by

build something real with someone who didn’t come with lies

sweet, complicated Ruby. Elizabeth didn’t know if this was what was best especially since it meant Ivy and Regina will still be part of their lives. But she had seen enough to want

over the past few months. The gentleness in his voice. The way he leaned toward her, even without sight. The way his entire energy shifted when

But now? Now she believed Ruby was a gift from fate. And with Ivy finally surrendering, there would be nothing standing between Stefan and the future he

her blouse. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Composed. Poised. Radiating calm and control. The kind of woman who

Ivy wait. Let her

desperate for her signature. Elizabeth had already

her room and walked calmly toward the stairs, she allowed herself one final indulgence. A quiet, private laugh. It slipped out like silk—amused, satisfied, and brimming with the joy of knowing the storm was finally

my son,"

to collect the

heels clicked softly against the polished floors

the living room, her eyes immediately found Ivy Quinn—standing stiff and guarded, arms crossed tightly across

a brow, letting the corners of her lips tilt in a barely-there smile. "Ivy," she said smoothly, voice as polite as it was

this a game? Did Elizabeth truly not know what had

speak, but Elizabeth cut in effortlessly before a single

you here," Elizabeth said, glancing out the window casually. "The last thing I need is to start trending alongside you just because you decided to show up at my doorstep. I quite like my

a hard line. The jab landed—quiet, precise, and infuriatingly

divorce papers?" she said bluntly. "I’m here to sign

since you came back," she said with a slow

looked over her shoulder and called out,

timid young maid who had earlier delivered

but commanding, "on the nightstand beside the bed—you’ll

quick nod and disappeared

said nothing. Instead, she watched Elizabeth closely—too closely. There was something strange about how composed the older woman was. Too calm.

Ivy could

very moment since Stefan