Chapter 3: Do You Regret It?
The wedding march played softly in the background, a melody that should have been a dream come true for any bride. But as Ruby walked down the aisle, her fingers clenched around the bouquet, she felt like she was stepping toward her doom.
The weight of the deception pressed heavily on her chest. She barely heard the murmurs of admiration from the guests, barely registered the smiles of people who thought they were witnessing a love story unfold. The only thing she could focus on was him.
Stefan Winters stood at the altar, his tall frame exuding quiet confidence despite the dark glasses covering his unseeing eyes.
Even in his blindness, he was composed, strong. His jaw was firm, his posture straight, and though his face was unreadable, Ruby could tell—he was waiting for his bride, Ivy.
Not this imposter, Ruby or this substitute bride.
Her throat tightened. She wasn’t Ivy. And she didn’t belong here. But there was nothing she could do but march on to meet him.
When she finally reached the altar, Stefan reached out, his fingers brushing over her hands before he gently took them in his.
"Are you okay?" His voice was deep, steady—yet laced with concern.
Though he was blind but he could feel the tension on Ruby’s hands just by touching them.
Ruby swallowed hard. "Y-Yes. I’m fine."
How could he tell? Or could he see?
His fingers curled slightly around hers. "If you are, then why are you crying?"