The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 124

<

124 Chapter 124 You Picked The Wrong Guy

124 Chapter 124 You Picked The Wrong Guy

Blanche’s POV 1

My phone buzzed. Zain. I picked up immediately–couldn’t risk Vincent stirring up more drama.

“Where are you?” His voice cut straight to the point.

Before I could answer, he added, “Grandpa sent me to get you.”

I shot a glance at Vincent. The guy was drilling holes into me with his stare, resentment rolling off him in waves. Something cold crawled

up my spine. For a split second, it looked like he was silently accusing me of betraying him.

Ridiculous. Why would he even care? We’re practically strangers.

“I’ll be right out,” I said into the phone.

I hung up without explaining anything to Vincent and bolted toward the ballroom.

But the closer I got, the more wrong everything sounded. The noise from inside wasn’t party chatter–it was chaos.

At the entrance, it hit me. Screaming. Panic. The crash of things being destroyed.

Something had gone seriously wrong in there.

The ballroom was my only way out, so I crept to the back door and peered through the crack.

Holy hell. The place was trashed. Tables overturned, decorations scattered everywhere. And in the middle of it all, some lunatic was

swinging a massive machete around like he owned the place.

Most people had already fled. The guy was spinning in circles, shouting, “Where is she? Come out!”

When he turned, my blood went cold. The creep who’d grabbed Tia earlier.

He’s here for me.

Movement on the stairs caught my eye. Joanna was coming down.

The machete maniac spotted her and charged.

Joanna’s face went white. She scrambled back up the stairs, screaming, “Zain, help me!”

A door on the second floor burst open. Zain came running the second he heard her voice.

He took one look at the psycho chasing Joanna and grabbed something off a table, hurling it down the stairs to distract him.

The guy was completely unhinged.

Zain’s plan worked. The maniac’s eyes followed the flying object–which smacked right into my hiding spot, popping the door open just enough to expose me.

The lunatic’s head whipped around. Our eyes met.

15.00

<

124 Chapter 124 You Picked The Wrong Guy

He spun and charged straight for me.

I ran.

Fast as I could toward the backyard, but I could hear him gaining on me. The machete gleamed in the moonlight as he closed the

distance.

This is it. I’m dead.

Then Vincent came out of nowhere, his foot connecting with the guy’s ribs in a brutal kick. The maniac went flying, his weapon

skittering across the concrete.

Vincent didn’t hesitate. Another kick sent the machete splashing into the pool.

My legs gave out. I hit the ground hard, adrenaline making everything shake.

Vincent wrestled the guy down and held him there until security finally showed up.

I just sat there, staring at nothing, my brain refusing to process what had just happened.

Vincent pulled me into his arms, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “It’s over. You’re safe now.”

Through the ballroom’s shattered windows, I caught a glimpse of Zain carrying Joanna away.

He left. Just like that. Didn’t even think twice about whether I was still here, still in danger.

Even if he doesn’t love me, he wouldn’t just abandon me… would he?

I kept telling myself he’d come back once Joanna was safe. He’d promised to pick me up.

But minutes ticked by. No Zain. No phone call. Nothing.

He’d rather leave with her than keep his word to me.

Vincent noticed my stare and followed my gaze. He saw them too.

Reading my expression perfectly, he let out a bitter laugh. “Blanche, you picked the wrong guy to bet your future on. You didn’t just

screw yourself over. You-”

He stopped himself, jaw clenched tight, and for a moment, I felt like he was accusing me of letting him down too.

The hurt was crushing, but reality finally broke through. Zain doesn’t love me. Why would he care what happens to me?

Once I could breathe again, I managed, “Thanks for saving me.”

Vincent looked away, his voice low and steady. “Do you regret it?”

“Yeah. I do.” No hesitation.

I stood up, desperate to get out of there.

Vincent fell into step beside me. “If you know he’s not worth it, why waste time being sad?”

I stopped and met his eyes. “Vincent, I’m calm now.”

15:00

214

<

124 Chapter 124 You Picked The Wrong Guy

Mostly true. But years of feelings don’t just disappear overnight. So many days and nights–that’s a hell of a long time.

Vincent didn’t say another word. He walked me all the way home to Jacob Manor.

Oswald was still up when I walked into the hall. He jumped to his feet the second he saw me.

“Blanche, why are you alone? Where’s Zain?”

I’d already prepared my lie. “Zain brought me back, but he had something urgent to handle.

Oswald’s forehead creased with worry. “Did something happen? Did you two fight?”

I forced a weak smile. “No, Mr. Jacob. We didn’t fight.”

Oswald seemed to be puzzling something out, but he didn’t voice whatever he was thinking.

Oswald didn’t look convinced, but he said, “You and Zain need to work things out. Once you’re feeling better, you should think about

giving the Jacob family a baby.”

I didn’t have the energy to argue. “Okay”

After some small talk, I escaped upstairs.

Deep in the night, half–asleep, I felt the mattress dip. Strong arms pulled me close.

My eyes snapped open–I’m a light sleeper. Moonlight streaming through the window lit up the face above me.

Zain.

“Why did you come back?” The words tumbled out, confusion thick in

my

voice.

Uncomfortable in his arms, I squirmed until he let me go, his expression unreadable.

After a long moment, he finally spoke. “Things got crazy at the party. I had to handle an emergency. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I sat up, swung my legs off the bed, and headed straight for the couch.

Zain watched me, puzzled. “Why the couch?”

I stretched out on the cushions. “We’re getting divorced soon. Probably better if we start keeping our distance now.”

Comment 0

Leave the first comment for this chapter.