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Chapter 79: The Mrs. Winters

Chapter 79: The Mrs. Winters

After the call with Stefan, Ivy remained dumbfounded, unable to think what that was about.

Though she’d thought it was some sort of surprise or something but this was too much and he’d sounded pretty serious.

Her hand dropped slowly to her lap, and for a few seconds, she just stared at the phone, her mind trying to grasp why he could be talking to her in that manner.

Eliana peeked over from her seat. "Who was that? You look like someone just told you your house is on fire."

"It was Stefan," Ivy said, slipping her phone back onto the table where she’d picked it from.

Eliana’s brows lifted under the thick mask. "Uh-oh. Trouble in fake-marriage paradise?"

Ivy rolled her eyes, grabbing the cucumber slice she’d left on the chair. "It’s not a fake marriage and there’s no trouble. He said he needs to talk. Asked me to come home, that’s all."

Eliana scoffed. "Okay, so what happens to us? To me? Are we cutting this session short or what? We’re in the middle of a spa, Ivy."

Ivy looked at her and smiled. "No. I’m not rushing off. I’ll go after the session ends. He can wait. This isn’t the first time so he definitely can wait."

"Damn right he can," Eliana said, settling back into her chair. "We haven’t even gotten to the body wrap yet."

Ivy leaned back again, trying to relax—but it didn’t come as easily this time.

Her mind was already racing. What did he want to talk about? Why now? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work or something so why was he back and asking them to talk? About what?

Was it about Ruby? Had he found out something? Had she contacted him?

No. Ruby wasn’t in town anymore, and Stefan hadn’t acted suspicious when she gave him the new number. So maybe it was just something casual? If it was about that, he probably wouldn’t have called her, or would he?

But then she remembered his tone. There was nothing casual about it.

It was calm, but not relaxed. It was like someone who had seen something—understood something—and was now waiting for answers or was she just being paranoid?

She crossed her arms over her stomach, trying to keep the growing anxiety from showing on her face. No matter what he wanted to talk about, she’d handle it. She always did. She still had time to think.

Maybe he was thinking about what Ruby said. Maybe she wasn’t exactly doing everything the maid had said Ruby did but how could she?

Was it perhaps about how she treated the cook that morning? That probably wasn’t enough to make him speak to her so coldly, right?

What could it be? That thought made her eyes twitch beneath the remaining cucumber slice.

She was just going to stop thinking about it all and just focus on getting her spa done. If he brought up issues about Ruby, or the maid or anything she hadn’t probably done well, she was just going to cry and guilt trip him into feeling bad for ever doubting or treating her the way he did. She wasn’t going to let him find out anything that could put her on the losing end.

But even as the thoughts formed, a small voice whispered inside her, What if he doesn’t believe you this time? What if your tears don’t affect him as much as you think? What if he doesn’t feel anything when he sees your tears? Though she knew there was a possiblity that these things she thought could actually happen but she ignored it. She wasn’t going to jinx it, not when she also knew she could make it happen.

"Eli," she said after a while, "do you think men ever regret not listening to a woman when they had the chance?"

Eliana side-eyed her. "Where’s that coming from?" fre.eweb novel\.c om

Why would Ivy think that? Was there really trouble with Stefan? Should she just go to Stefan so he could discard Ivy and marry her instead?

Ivy shrugged. "Nowhere. Just wondering."

"Well," Eliana said, removing one slice of cucumber from her eye with flair, "depends on the man. But most times? Yeah, they do. By the time the truth hits them, it’s always too late. They always need one or two experience to actually start listening to their woman."

Ivy nodded slowly. "Hmm."

Eliana tilted her head. "Is Stefan about to find out something? Is this about the swap? Did anyone try to tell him about it?" Eliana asked, wanting to know if there’s perhaps a way she could know that so she could know what to do where to stand.

If Stefan’s was already suspecting something, then why not just give him the news? She’d be in Stefan’s good books then, wouldn’t she?

Ivy smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Maybe. Who knows?"

"Well, just so you know," Eliana added with a grin, "if he finds out everything, you’ll probably need another spa day just to recover from the drama."

Ivy gave a light laugh. "Don’t worry. I’m always prepared." she said but the truth was—she wasn’t. Not really.

And now, every second that passed was ticking toward a conversation she had no idea how to control.

Still, she wasn’t leaving yet. She was going to finish her spa session. She was going to enjoy the moment.

Because when she finally walked through those doors at home, she knew—deep down—that nothing would be the same again or maybe she was just overthinking everything and nothing was wrong.

While she was thinking that, Eliana was busy thinking of ways to actually get to Stefan. She needed to tell Stefan all Ivy said but then, she’d also make sure Ruby wouldn’t be an hindrance to her becoming ’the Mrs. Winters.’

The last thing she’d want is to actually betray her friend only to have her twin take her chance. Never in this life. Eliana thought would a wicked smirk.