Ruby's mind raced as she sat motionless, her gaze fixated on the window, though she barely registered the outside world.
Stefan's suspicions were growing—she could feel it in the air, thick and suffocating. The dinner tonight, orchestrated by Elizabeth, was more than just a casual get-together. It was another piece in the web, another layer of the charade that she was barely holding together.
The realization was gnawing at her now: she was living on borrowed time. Every conversation, every glance from Stefan felt like an interrogation.
How long before he pieced it all together? How long before he saw through her carefully crafted mask and realized the woman he thought was his fiancée wasn't his fiancée at all?
