The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 113

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Blanche’s POV 1

I pressed my hand against my chest, barely registering the conversation between Zain and Carry echoing from the hospital room. After f left the hospital, my thoughts were a chaotic mess–Idrifted through the streets with no destination in mind.

Zain’s POV

Back in the hospital room, my brow furrowed slightly at Carry’s request. I ran my fingers through her hair and gazed down at her, my

voice soft. “Why would you want that, sweetheart?”

Carry’s small face was ghostly pale, tears pooling in her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, wounded. “That day when Mom came for Camila, she wouldn’t even glance at me.

“It was pouring rain, and Heidi had to collect me instead.

I begged Mom to take me to Grandma’s house, but she acted like I was invisible and just left with Camila. Dad, I think Mom doesn’t want me around anymore.”

I felt my chest tighten. I cradled Carry’s cheek, my voice hoarse with feeling as I soothed her. “That’s on me for not handling things

properly. I’m sorry you’ve been carrying this pain for so long.”

Carry shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Dad. I know work keeps you busy. But Mom was right there that day–she could hav brought

me along, but she chose not to.”

I carefully shifted Carry from my embrace, framing her small face with my hands as I met her gaze seriously.

“Carry, regardless of what your mom does, she’s still your mom. Joanna isn’t your mom. Don’t mix that up, okay?”

Carry’s tears flowed more freely. “Dad, if Mom doesn’t love me, can’t I get a different mom?”

My face grew stern as I answered firmly, “No.”

Seeing my serious expression, Carry stopped her pleading and pressed her lips into a line.

Noticing Carry’s dejection, I explained with patience. “Mom is the woman who gave birth to you, and that will never change. I know you

care about Joanna, and maybe one day you’ll want to call her Mom, but right now, she’s just Miss Joanna to you.”

Though Carry was young and couldn’t grasp everything I meant, she always obeyed me.

Despite her disappointment, she nodded. “Okay, Dad, I understand.”

I touched my forehead to hers and smiled. “Carry, you’re the most wonderful, precious kid in the world. I’ll always love you.”

Carry’s smile finally broke through. “What about Miss Joanna? Will she love me forever too?”

I nodded with warmth. “Absolutely she will.”

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At my words, Carry’s face lit up with pure joy.

Just then, my phone chimed on the nightstand–a text had arrived.

After settling Carry comfortably, I grabbed my phone. The message was from Blanche: [Please sign the agreement as soon as possible.]

I didn’t respond. I figured I’d sign it and have someone deliver the agreement to Blanche later.

As I set my phone aside, Carry was already absorbed in cartoons on her tablet. Kids bounced back quickly–she was giggling happily

while clutching her tablet.

I studied my daughter, my feelings conflicted.

Remembering how Blanche used to dote on Carry, I found it hard to believe she’d abandon Carry alone at school.

But I knew Carry wasn’t lying. I’d genuinely noticed Blanche behaving strangely lately.

After I sent the message, I stood at the street corner for a while, uncertain about my next move.

Since Zain didn’t respond, I didn’t send another text. But this divorce had been dragging on far too long.

Since he was occupied with Carry at the hospital today, I decided I’d speak with him about the divorce in person tomorrow.

Carry’s words kept replaying in my mind, and not wanting my family to see how upset I was when I got home, I called Amara.

Amara invited me over, texted me her address, and I drove straight there. When I arrived, Amara had already ordered snacks and a cast

of cold beer for delivery.

Since my marriage, the two of us hadn’t drunk alone together like this. After downing a bottle of beer, my eyes filled with tears as I said,

“I’m divorcing him.”

Amara cracked open another beer and passed it to me. “That’s fantastic. Time to dump that asshole and live your best life.”

I laughed bitterly. “But I still feel pretty miserable.”

Amara clinked her bottle against mine and grinned. “You’re doing way better than before. Back then, you’d already be sobbing by now.”

I laughed. “True. From now on, I’m putting myself first.”

Amara drained an entire bottle in one gulp. Seeing her drink so aggressively, I asked with worry, “What about Marquis? Has he contacted

you?”

Amara shrugged, unfazed. “Not a peep. He probably assumes I’ll come crawling back to him. But I’ve finally gotten smart.”

I felt relief wash over me, and my mood improved. The two of us drank plenty of beer and talked about everything.

After several more drinks, Amara snatched my phone and thrust it at me. “Call Zain right now. Tell him you’re divorcing him, that you’re

done with him.”

I shook my head. “Tomorrow. I’ll tell him face to face.”

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But Amara wouldn’t drop it. “No, do it now. Be fierce and tell him you’re finished”

I knew Amara was drunk, but I didn’t refuse and took the phone. I dialed Zain’s number.

The phone rang a few times before someone answered. It wasn’t Zain–it was Joanna. “Who’s this?”

I hesitated when I heard Joanna’s voice, but still asked, “Is Zain there?”

Joanna recognized my voice and replied coldly, “Zain is helping me wash my underwear. If you need something, just tell me and I’ll relay

the message.”

I snorted coldly. “No need.”

The call was on speaker, and Amara heard Joanna’s voice too. She couldn’t restrain herself–she grabbed the phone and snapped, “Ms.

Vins, all your scheming to steal him? You’re just picking up the garbage Blanche decided to toss out. Congratulations! Keep it for yourself

and don’t go contaminating anyone else’s life.”

Amara hung up immediately, not waiting for Joanna’s response.

I stared at Amara for a moment before giving her a big thumbs–up. “That’s why you’re the best.”

Amara took a gulp of beer and sprawled on the couch. “We’ve been pathetic for way too long. Finally, we’re standing up for ourselves.”

I leaned back too, letting out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m done being pathetic. I’m never doing that again.”

That night, it was no surprise that both of us ended up completely wasted.

The next day, I forced myself to go to work at the hospital. After a hectic afternoon, I planned to visit Blissfield Villa in the evening to

speak with Zain face–to–face about the divorce.

When I returned to Blissfield Villa that night, Carry, Zain, and Joanna were nowhere to be found. Only Lillian and Heidi were in the living

room.

Heidi spotted me and called out immediately, “Mrs. Jacob.” But her expression was complicated–surprised yet also somewhat nervous.

Lillian had never met me before, but hearing Heidi call me “Mrs. Jacob,” she realized instantly this must be Zain’s wife, the one he hadn’t

divorced yet.

“Heidi, I want some soup. Make me a bowl,” Lillian didn’t bother with politeness, just barked orders at Heidi.

“Fine,” Heidi replied reluctantly. Zain had specifically instructed her to take care of Lillian, so she had no choice.

I glanced at Lillian and immediately recognized that she was trouble.

As soon as Heidi vanished into the kitchen, Lillian dropped her fake pleasant facade. “Mrs. Jacob? Please. Who are you fooling? Just

camping out here and refusing to move on, huh?”