The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 112

112 Chapter 112 A Knife Pierced My Heart

Blanche’s POV

I looked up at Vincent’s face. Handsome, sure, but that devilish smile made him impossible to read.

I didn’t bother trying to figure him out. We were barely acquaintances anyway.

Watching him act shameless again killed any desire to argue. “Vincent, I’m leaving.”

I stepped around him, heading for the Callum Mansion. Then Vincent grabbed my arm and shoved me against the wall.

His height worked against me. One lean and I was trapped between his arms, completely blocked in.

Confused, I glared up at him. “What the hell are you doing now?”

Vincent leaned closer, arm resting near my head, smirking. “Your brother’s coming out.”

I turned and spotted Quinton stepping through the front door.

Remembering my brother’s warning, I couldn’t let him see me this close to Vincent. Almost on instinct, I pressed into Vincent’s arms,

face against his chest.

Through his thin shirt, Vincent must have felt my warmth. The contact made him tense, his body going rigid.

I gripped Vincent’s sleeve, peeking through gaps to track Quinton’s movement. Only when I saw Quinton get in his car did I try pulling

away.

But Vincent was faster. He caught my hand, pressing it to his chest as he stared down at my flushed face. “You’re as intoxicating as ever,

honey.”

I shoved at him with my free hand, but he caught that too. Then he leaned in, tongue flicking across my fingertips. With that wicked

smirk, he murmured, “Your hands are so damn soft.”

I’d had enough. I bit down hard on his chest, holding on until I heard his muffled grunt.

Then I shoved him away and bolted for the Callum Mansion.

Back in the living room, I collapsed onto the couch, heart hammering. I’d been sitting there for who knows how long when my phone

buzzed.

Vincent’s message: *You’re so damn ruthless, honey. Next time, I won’t let you off so easy.*

I tossed the phone aside, but Vincent’s teasing grin stayed stuck in my head, impossible to shake.

As expected, I was late for work. Luckily, my supervisor noticed how exhausted I looked and didn’t scold me.

Later that afternoon, heading to the parking lot after work, my phone rang. Zain.

I didn’t want to answer, but he kept calling. Finally, I picked up. “Just say it,” I snapped.

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But Zain sounded frantic. “Carry’s in the hospital.”

That caught me off guard. After getting the address, I jumped in my car and sped off.

I rushed into the ER and spotted Zain slumped in a chair across the room.

Getting closer, seeing how completely worn out he looked, I asked, “What happened? Her stomach again?”

Zain looked up, eyes red with exhaustion. “Carry got bitten by a bug during the school hike. The doctor checked her–nothing serious,

just a mild reaction. She’ll need IV for a couple days, but she’ll be fine.”

I finally breathed easier. “Good, as long as she’s okay.”

Zain had spent the whole day hiking with Carry and looked dead tired. But somehow I seemed even more drained than him. He studied

me before asking, “What about you?”

About to leave, I looked confused. “Me?”

Zain asked, “Your cold any better? Still have a fever?”

I remembered and just said, “Yeah.” My tone flat, answering with one word.

Zain blinked, probably unsure which question I was answering. He kept staring, sensing the distance between us. Even with Carry in the

hospital, I was calmer than he was.

I noticed him glance down at the bracelet on my wrist. If I remembered right, Vincent had bought that at some high–profile auction.

Before he could think further, Joanna’s call came through. “How’s Carry?” Her voice filled with worry.

He replied, “She’s okay now. You don’t need to come over. Once she finishes her IV, I’ll bring her home.”

Joanna sighed with relief. “Alright, Heidi and I will make dinner at home. You can eat as soon as you get back.”

Zain hummed agreement, then looked up and caught me watching him.

After he hung up, I said, “I’ll head out first.”

Zain seemed surprised. “You’re not going to see Carry?”

I replied, “I’ve got things to handle, so I’ll leave it to you.”

Without another word, I turned to leave the hospital. But after a couple steps, I stopped.

I could feel Zain watching me, puzzled.

I turned back, lowered my gaze, and asked quietly, “The agreement I left at Alexander Villa–haven’t you signed it yet?”

Zain seemed to remember that I’d given Cherry some agreement, but he hadn’t received it yet.

He hadn’t signed anything. He probably assumed it was just some contract.

After thinking, Zain said, “I’ll find time to go back in the next couple days. Once I sign it, I’ll send it over to you.”

I still felt uneasy and pressed, “Just try to get it done soon, okay?”

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Zain nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

I didn’t say anything else and just left.

Stepping out of the hospital, cool breeze brushed past me, but my heart still ached.

I thought about Zain’s attitude carlier. Even though I knew he’d wanted a divorce all along, seeing how quickly he agreed still hurt. Five years of marriage meant nothing.

Outside, I noticed a fruit vendor with tangerines glowing under warm light. I thought of Carry, who loved tangerines. Despite

everything, I couldn’t resist buying two pounds.

When I returned to the hospital, Zain was gone from the hallway. Approaching Carry’s room, I heard my daughter’s frail voice inside.

“Dad, didn’t you say if I behaved, you’d let me ask for something?”

Zain was sitting on the bed, letting Carry rest against him. Remembering his promise, he smiled. “Go ahead, you can ask now?

Carry looked up with big eyes. “Dad, I want to call Miss Joanna ‘Mom‘ instead.”

Outside the room, I froze. The bag of tangerines slipped from my hand, rolling across the floor.

It felt like a knife pierced my heart. I clutched my chest as tears fell uncontrollably.

Even though I knew Carry liked Joanna more, this was still my child–the one I carried for nine months, almost died giving birth to, and

raised with all my love.

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