Chapter 89: Perfect Plan
Ivy Winters or is it Quinn, paced the length of the grand living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, lips pressed into a thin line.
The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Winters Estate—Stefan’s house—but its warmth did nothing to ease the growing weight in her chest.
It was well into the afternoon. And still... no sign of Stefan. Not a word. Not a call. Not even a text.
Was he still mad at her and hell bent on finding Ruby wherever hole she’d crawled in? What was he doing now? Was he thinking of her or was determined to end their marriage?
If that were the case, he would have issued her divorce papers by now right? But he wasn’t doing that so what exactly did he want staying away from home this way?
He had left the night before, after that confrontation—after telling her to leave his house before he returned. His voice had been colder than she’d ever heard it. And yet, despite her mother’s warning not to leave the house on Stefan’s word, Ivy didn’t think staying was the right thing as much as leaving wasn’t either. What was she to do? Who would she obey and which one would favor her more?
Of course her mother’s advice, why would she think twice about it? Stating back would mean fighting got not just her marriage but also Stefan’s love and she was going to do just that. But why was she so scared?
He was probably at the office, she reasoned with herself for the hundredth time.
Still, her nerves were frayed. Her thoughts restless.
Stefan had never spoken to her that way. Not when they just met, not during the courtship, and certainly not since their so-called wedding. But last night... he hadn’t just been angry. He had been done.
She could feel it—see it in his eyes.
But she couldn’t let it end this way. She wouldn’t. Though she was scared of what he might do if he returned to the house to meet her, she knew she wasn’t going to leave. So what would it be?