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.

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

even need to guess why Ivy was here. There was only one reason Ivy would show up unannounced, after all that had happened. After her humiliating stunt at the hospital.

to sign the divorce papers," Elizabeth said aloud, with deep satisfaction. Her words carried through

swelled with relief, pride, and a kind of protective victory only

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

all that pain could

he would

smile without any form

to 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

gentleness in his voice. The way he leaned toward her, even without sight. The way his entire energy shifted when Ruby was in the room. That wasn’t fake.

place had been totally unplanned for. But now? Now she believed Ruby was a gift from fate. And with Ivy finally surrendering, there would

hand down her blouse. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Composed. Poised. Radiating calm and control. The kind

Let her stew in her

to appear desperate for her signature. Elizabeth had

walked calmly toward the stairs, she allowed herself one final indulgence. A quiet, private laugh. It slipped

free my son," she

she descended the stairs to collect the victory

softly against the polished floors as she descended

found Ivy Quinn—standing stiff and guarded, arms crossed tightly across her chest, eyes scanning the space

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

Elizabeth, searching—measuring. Was this a game? Did Elizabeth truly not know what had dragged her here today? Or was it some carefully

opened her mouth, ready to speak, but Elizabeth cut in effortlessly before a single word could leave

casually. "The last thing I need is to start trending alongside you just because you decided to show up at my doorstep.

line. The jab landed—quiet, precise,

she said bluntly. "I’m here to sign

decision you’ve made since you came back,"

looked over her shoulder and

footsteps answered her, and the timid

my room," Elizabeth instructed, her voice calm but commanding, "on the nightstand beside the bed—you’ll find a

gave a quick nod and

watched Elizabeth closely—too closely. There was something strange about

was more to all this. Ivy

been waiting for this very moment since Stefan released that humiliating video. Or was it before Stefan