The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 121

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121 Chapter 121 Doing This For Myself

121 Chapter 121 Doing This For Myself

Blanche’s POV

I looked at Zain, keeping my expression completely neutral–no sadness, no anger, no joy. Just calm indifference.

Zain stared back at me, and I could see the realization hitting him. He finally understood I was serious about divorce.

I sat quietly in the passenger seat, holding his gaze. He looked stunned, disbelief written all over his face. “What did you say?”

For years, I’d been the perfect wife–caring for Carry, looking after his parents, never causing any drama.

Zain had always seemed to appreciate that about me.

I never complained, never threw tantrums. It was probably why our marriage survived all these years.

But now, here I was–the same compliant Blanche–asking for a divorce.

Even though he’d heard me clearly, Zain needed confirmation.

I kept my voice steady and emotionless. “Zain, let’s get a divorce.”

My tone was detached, like I was discussing the weather. Something that could shatter my entire world, yet I delivered it like it meant

nothing.

Zain studied my face, clearly struggling with his own emotions. Still, he managed to keep his voice level. “Is this because of Vincent? Is

that why you want a divorce?”

After all these years together, Zain knew he’d never loved me, but I had always cared for him.

Now, seeing how easily I was letting go, he must think there’s a reason. Vincent was the only explanation that made sense to him.

I shook my head, my voice remaining calm. “No, I’m doing this for myself.”

Zain leaned back, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them, he turned to me. “What about Carry? What happens to her?”

I answered without hesitation. “I won’t fight you for custody. She’ll stay with you.”

Zain frowned, clearly puzzled. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded firmly. “Yes”

Zain could tell I was dead serious, and that seemed to give him pause. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Give me some time to think about it. I need to talk to Carry and see how she feels”

My heart ached unexpectedly when I realized Zain wasn’t even trying to fight for our marriage. Maybe deep down, he’d been waiting for

this moment.

We had a child together, so divorce wasn’t just between us. But I was confident Carry would be fine with it. “Will one day be enough?” I agreed to his request.

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Zain had never seen me so eager to end things. He stared at me for a long moment before finally saying, “Yeah”

Once Zain agreed, I reached for the door handle. “Let’s talk again tomorrow night With that, I stepped out.

Standing on the sidewalk, I took a moment to steady myself before turning to leave.

But then the passenger window rolled down, and Zain called out to me. “The flowers and the gift are for you. Take them.

Hearing that sent a sharp pang through my chest, but I quickly composed myself.

When I glanced back at Zain, I managed a gentle smile. “No, thanks. I don’t need them anymore.” I turned and walked away without a

trace of regret.

For years–every birthday–I’d always hoped Zain would at least get me flowers or a gift. Every time, disappointment.

Honestly, just a simple “Happy Birthday” from him would’ve been enough. I wouldn’t have felt so crushed.

Zain’s POV

Watching Blanche walk away with such resolve, I felt strangely dazed.

Memories flooded back–Blanche always greeting me with a smile, caring for me in every way, treating our daughter with such

tenderness. Now, all that remained was coldness.

I didn’t know how I felt. I wasn’t even sure if I truly wanted the divorce. I just thought that since Blanche had brought it up I couldn’t

exactly refuse.

When I returned to Blissfield Villa, Carry was already in bed, freshly bathed and ready for sleep. I knocked on her door. “Carry, can !

come in?”

Carry called out from inside, “Sure, Dad, come on in.”

I opened the door to find Carry sitting up in bed with her tablet, watching cartoons.

Carry perked up excitedly. “Dad!”

I sat on the edge of the bed, gently ruffling her hair with a doting touch. “Are you tired?”

Carry shook her head sweetly. “No, Dad, I’m not tired.”

I gently pinched her little nose, my voice soft. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Carry nodded. “Okay, Dad, tell me.”

I looked at her innocent, cheerful face, and my heart clenched with pain. On the drive home, I’d planned how to approach this conversation. But now, facing the moment, I didn’t know how to begin.

Carry noticed my troubled expression, so she hugged my arm tightly with concern. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

After hesitating, I looked down at Carry and finally asked, “If your mom and I got divorced, and you didn’t get to see her as often, would

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you feel sad?”

Carry shook her head with certainty. “No, I wouldn’t be sad at all. Even if I never saw Mom again, I’d be fine. As long as you and Mis Joanna are nice to me, that’s all I care about.”

I fell silent. I never expected Carry to be so unaffected. Since Carry was fine with it, I decided to leave it at that.

After leaving Carry’s room, I sent Blanche a message: [I’ve already talked to Carry about it. I’ll have my lawyer handle the divorce

agreement.]

Blanche texted back almost immediately: [Okay.]

Looking at her short, emotionless reply, I fell into deep thought. Blanche had loved me, and she loved Carry. I couldn’t understand how she could really just walk away from our family like this.

Blanche’s POV

The next day was Monday. After work that evening, I ran into Demetrius at the hospital entrance.

At the same time, I spotted Zain’s car parked outside.

When Demetrius saw me, he walked over. “Want to grab dinner together?”

I smiled at Demetrius. “Demetrius, I’m meeting Zain to discuss the divorce. Next time, dinner’s on me.”

Demetrius looked clearly surprised, but a faint smile appeared in his eyes. He replied gently, “Alright.”

After saying goodbye to Demetrius, I walked toward Zain’s car. Once inside, I got straight to business. “Let’s go to Alexander Villa to talk.

It’s quieter there.”

Zain frowned at my blunt approach, clearly trying to read my intentions.

Feeling uncomfortable under his intense stare, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zain replied, “Grandpa wants us to come for dinner. I came to pick you up–he wants to make up for missing your birthday.”

I froze for a moment, then asked quickly, “How long will it take to get the divorce papers ready?”

Zain replied, “I’ve already told my lawyer to get started. He stared at me for a moment. “Are you in such a rush to get this done?”

I didn’t flinch, meeting his gaze directly. “Yes”

Zain paused, then his eyes dropped to the bracelet on my wrist. That was the bracelet Vincent had bought at the auction, and now I was

wearing it.

He must think it’s because of Vincent that I want a divorce. But in the end, it doesn’t matter. He’d never loved me anyway.