The drive home was quiet, but tension lingered in the air like an unspoken conversation.
Stefan sat with an air of contemplation, his fingers lightly tapping against the cane which was resting on his lap. Ruby could feel his subtle scrutiny, though he said nothing. It made her uneasy. He was suspecting something—she knew it. And now, she had to be more careful than ever.
As the car pulled up in front of the house, Ruby exhaled softly, trying to ease the tightness in her chest. This charade was exhausting. She had barely made it through the meeting, and now she had to play the perfect wife in front of Stefan for the rest of the evening.
The moment they stepped inside, a familiar voice rang through the air.
"Ivy Winters! Finally, you're home!"
Ruby froze immediately she heard the voice. Though she wasn't sure she could place who the voice belonged to, she knew she was in a hot seat since the person seemed to know Ivy on a personal level to be screaming her name that way.
