The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 119

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Blanche’s POV 1

I was the last one back to the Callum Mansion. Walking into the hall, I spotted Quinton and Amber sitting together on the couch.

obviously waiting for me.

I pulled back slightly and called out softly, “Quinton, Amber.”

Quinton spun around and fixed me with a sharp look. “Get over here. We need to talk. His voice had that edge that meant trouble.

Quinton had always intimidated me, even though I knew he actually cared.

I crossed over and stopped beside the coffee table.

Amber started to gesture for me to sit, but Quinton cut in first. “So what’s the deal with this divorce? Still dragging on?”

I shook my head. “I’m waiting for Zain to sign.”

Quinton’s brow creased. “Is he refusing to sign, or is this about money?”

I honestly had no clue why Zain kept stalling. “I don’t know. He hasn’t said anything about it.”

Quinton’s expression went cold, his voice cutting. “If you’ve decided to divorce, then quit wasting time.”

I could tell Quinton was still pissed about Zain showing up earlier. I kept my voice gentle. “Quinton, I’ll call him when I get upstairs. I’ll

sort out the divorce situation with him.”

Quinton just grunted. “Fine. Go ahead.”

I glanced between Quinton and Amber. “Goodnight, Quinton. Goodnight, Amber.” Then I headed upstairs.

Quinton’s pressure about the divorce pushed Vincent’s earlier whispers from my mind.

For a moment, I completely forgot about the “surprise” Vincent had mentioned.

When I pushed open my bedroom door, I automatically flicked on the light. What I saw made me gasp and slap my hand over my mouth.

Worried Quinton or Amber might hear, I quickly shut the door behind me.

My cozy, neat room was now carpeted with red rose petals, and sitting in the center of my bed was a massive bouquet of champagne

roses.

A large box sat beside them.

I stepped carefully over the petals toward the bed, where I found a birthday card. It read: [Happy birthday to my darling.] The handwriting was bold and dramatic–totally Vincent’s style, full of confidence.

Inside the large box were countless small gifts, each one marking a different year of my life.

As a toddler, Vincent had given me a lollipop.

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When I was very young, a picture book.

As a small child, an elegant hairpin.

In my early childhood, a set of toy puzzles.

Gift after gift was perfectly arranged in chronological order.

When I came of age, crystal high heels–beautifully made and clearly expensive.

In my early twenties, a pearl bracelet.

In my mid–twenties, a red strapless dress.

At my current age, a card in Vincent’s handwriting: [Write ‘I do‘ and unlock your next birthday gift.]

I knew this was obviously a trap, so I definitely wasn’t writing “I do.” Knowing Vincent, he’d planned this entire scheme.

Looking at how he’d transformed my room, he must have spent hours setting everything up.

I’d been home all day, so he clearly snuck in after we left for the restaurant. He arranged everything, then raced to the restaurant to stage that “accidental” meeting.

While I wasn’t sure what his real game was, I had to admit Vincent knew how to charm a woman. But I couldn’t tell if any of it was

genuine.

I sat on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through the soft rose petals. Somehow, my thoughts drifted to Zain.

Years of marriage, and Zain had never once given me a birthday gift. This was the first time I’d ever felt someone had actually tried to

make me happy.

Even if Vincent had hidden motives, I couldn’t deny his gestures made me feel wanted.

Just then, my phone rang. Thinking it was Zain, I grabbed it immediately, only to hear Vincent’s playful laugh. “Honey, do you like the

surprise I set up for you?”

After a few seconds of silence, I was about to respond, but Vincent interrupted. “Look out your window.”

Curious, I gripped my phone tight and walked to the window. Vincent’s voice came through again. “Look down at the street.”

I looked down and saw a sleek black car parked under the tree. In the cool moonlight, a long shadow stretched across the pavement.

There was Vincent, casually leaning against the car door, his black coat billowing in the breeze. His tousled hair caught the light, and that

confident smile lit up his face in the darkness.

He held his phone in his left hand and waved up at me with his right. Through the phone, I could hear the wind rushing softly, mixing with Vincent’s voice. “Do you like what I gave you?”

Vincent’s eyes locked on mine, his tall, lean frame striking against the night sky. He looked almost unreal, like he’d stepped out of some

romantic movie.

I had to admit, those gifts really did make my heart race. But I wasn’t some naive girl anymore–I knew Vincent was playing an angle.

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So I put on a cold tone and said, “Vincent, you really don’t need to do all this. I’m not worth the effort.

I didn’t come from money, and even if Vincent was only pursuing me to get at Zain, I knew I meant nothing to Zain anyway. With that, I

hung up.

Downstairs, Vincent didn’t leave. Instead, he set off fireworks, and as they burst across the night sky, I watched him turn and flash me

that smile.

At the same time, my phone buzzed with a text from Vincent: [I’ll always be like this.]

The fireworks faded quickly, and I yanked the curtains shut. I ignored Vincent’s message and dialed Zain’s number instead.

Someone answered almost immediately, but it wasn’t Zain–it was Carry. “Mom?”

I hesitated, then asked, “Where’s your father?”

Carry replied, “Bell started bleeding, so Dad and Miss Joanna rushed her to the hospital.”

I responded coolly, “Okay.”

I was about to hang up when Carry suddenly asked, “Mom, do you really hate Miss Joanna?”

I wasn’t sure why Carry was bringing this up, but I didn’t bother hiding it and answered honestly, “Yes.”

“But why, Mom?” Carry asked, sounding genuinely confused.

I kept it brief. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Carry pressed on, “What about Mr. Jake? Why does he hate Miss Joanna? Did you make him do it?”

I paused, then replied flatly, “If that’s what you think, then fine.” Even if I tried explaining, Carry probably wouldn’t believe me anyway.

Carry exploded, her voice shaking with rage. “Mom, you’re so cruel. Just because Miss Joanna can play piano, she’s beautiful, has a

perfect body, and she’s studying to be a doctor, you hate her?”

I felt a sharp stab in my chest, but I let out a bitter laugh. “So that’s why you like her so much? Because of all those things?”

Carry snapped back, “No. It’s because Miss Joanna is kinder and better than you!”

I didn’t care anymore. I just replied calmly, “As long as you’re happy with her, that’s all that matters.”

With that, I hung up.

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