Stefan stood in the vast drawing room of the Winters Estate, his mind racing as he waited for Ivy to come back.
His fists were clenched at his sides, a thick manila envelope grasped tightly in his hand. The moment he'd dreaded—and needed—had finally arrived.
While waiting for Ivy, he'd taken the liberty to go through love notes that Ruby had given him when he had started taking braille class.
Though he'd gotten glimpse of the whole thing happening, it had only just become clearer seeing a different handwritten from what he remembered Ivy's own to look like.
He'd gone as far as checking their wedding certificate and his breath had left him when he realized Ruby had indeed been the one with him that day.
Though he'd wanted nothing but to go find her however he could, he decided to wait for Ivy. He needed to hear whatever stupid reason she had.
