The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 122

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Blanche’s POV 1

Before Zain could speak, his phone buzzed.

Oswald’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hey, you brat, did you pick up Blanche?” Oswald’s impatient voice carried through the speaker.

“Yeah, I got her,” Zain answered.

“Good, hurry back. We’re all waiting for you,” Oswald said.

Zain hung up without pleasantries. He slipped the phone into his pocket and turned to me. “Once the divorce papers are ready, I’ll call

you. You can come sign them then.”

I knew divorce wasn’t something you could rush, especially with a family like Zain’s and our daughter in the mix. Too many loose ends to

tie up. “Okay,” I agreed.

He nodded. “Alright, let’s head to Jacob Manor for dinner.”

The engine started, and we pulled away. Silence filled the car like a thick fog.

My thoughts drifted to Oswald. Most people would accept the divorce easily enough, but Oswald was different–he genuinely wanted

Zain and me to work things out.

Our marriage had been his idea from the start. Back then, I’d been grateful to him, treated him with real affection, and he’d always been

kind in return.

But now, facing divorce, I wasn’t sure how to look him in the eye.

At a red light, I stole a glance at Zain. Handsome didn’t begin to cover it–the kind of face that stopped traffic. Once upon a time, I’d

sacrificed everything for that face, poured every ounce of love I had into him. Now, my heart felt completely calm.

“What are you planning to tell Oswald about this?” I asked.

Zain met my gaze. “Honestly? I don’t know. But he won’t be happy about the divorce.”

Something flickered in his expression–maybe he’d noticed how cold my eyes had become.

I considered this. “Let’s keep it quiet for now. Once everything’s finalized, you can break it to him gradually.”

Zain looked surprised, then nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Jacob Manor came into view, and Amiya was already waiting by the entrance,

Zain climbed out and walked straight to the trunk, not bothering to open my door,

As I stepped out, he was closing the trunk with a large box in his arms–looked like a cake.

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In the living room, I spotted Donovan, Ophelia, and Kaden, but no sign of Tia yet.

Ophelia, usually armed with cutting remarks, sat unusually quiet tonight. She didn’t say a word, just focused on her food. Strange, but I

didn’t pry.

Once dinner began, Oswald instructed Zain, “Zain, serve Blanche some food.”

“Sure, Grandpa.” Zain piled a chicken leg and some ribs onto my plate.

Looking at the mountain of food, I said quietly, “Thanks.”

Kaden, sitting directly across from me, let out a snort. “What a performance.”

I just let out a quiet laugh, unbothered.

Thanks to Ophelia’s silence, dinner passed peacefully.

After we finished, Amiya cleared the dishes. Zain had her bring the cake to the table and light the candles before killing the lights.

Oswald, from his spot at the head of the table, barked at Kaden, who was sulking in the corner, “Kaden, get up and sing Happy Birthday

to Blanche.”

Kaden barely looked up from his phone. “Grandpa, she’s not a young child. Why the birthday song?”

Oswald’s frustration was obvious. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” He cleared his throat and began belting out the song.

Donovan and Ophelia were clearly in the middle of some fight, ignoring each other completely. Oswald didn’t bother involving them.

Zain sat beside me, head down, fingers flying across his phone screen. Probably texting Joanna, though I didn’t ask.

Kaden had gone back to his phone after shutting down Oswald’s request.

At this table, Oswald was the only one who seemed to genuinely care about celebrating my birthday.

Watching him, sadness crept into my chest. Everyone here had once been people I’d desperately tried to win over. But except for

Oswald, none of them had ever truly valued my efforts.

Seeing Oswald’s embarrassment, I spoke softly. “Oswald, I appreciate this. You don’t need to sing. Next time, on your birthday, I’ll sing for

you.”

His eyes grew wet, voice thick with emotion. “Alright, let’s just cut the cake,”

I could tell he felt sorry for me, but I smiled. “Sure, you get the first piece.”

I sliced the cake and handed Oswald the first serving.

He took it slowly, savoring each bite.

I glanced around the table, but everyone else was lost in their own worlds. No one seemed to remember or care that today was my

birthday.

After serving Oswald, I cut myself a piece but didn’t offer any to the others.

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As I sat down to cat, Zain finally put his phone away and turned to me. “Happy Birthday,” he said quietly.

The cake was sweet, but my heart tasted bitter. I smiled politely. “Thank you.”

Oswald, who usually avoided rich desserts, finished his slice for my sake. Then he looked at me. “Blanche, can you come with me? I need

to talk to you about something.”

I had no idea what he wanted, but I stood up. “Okay.”

I helped Oswald to his room, and we both sat on the edge of his bed. I expected him to ask about Zain and me, but he surprised me.

“Tia and Ophelia had a fight,” Oswald said. “Blanche, you’re the one Tia listens to. Can you talk to her?”

I blinked in confusion. “What happened?”

Oswald explained, “Tia’s studying medicine, but Ophelia doesn’t think that’s her only option. She wants Tia to start looking for a partner.

Since you’re in medicine too, maybe you can talk to her about how demanding it is.”

I instinctively pulled back. “Oswald, I don’t think I’m the right person. She probably won’t listen to me.”

Oswald wasn’t giving up. “You won’t know until you try. I’m asking for your help here.”

His earnest plea made it impossible to refuse. “Alright, Oswald, I’ll try.”

Relief washed over his face. “She’s at some cocktail party right now. Why don’t you find her and have a real conversation?”

“Got it, Oswald.” I agreed and left his room.

The moment I stepped out, Zain appeared.

He frowned at me. “What did Grandpa want?”

I didn’t elaborate, just said quietly, “I’m going out for a while.”

Zain hesitated, then offered, “I can drive you.”

I cut him off, my voice cool and final. “No need.”

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