The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 126

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Blanche’s POV 1

I met Kaden’s furious glare with cool detachment. “I don’t control anyone’s life. That includes you.”

Without another word, I stepped around him and headed for the main hall’s exit.

Behind me, Kaden stood frozen, clearly thrown by my sudden backbone. The woman who used to jump at every Jacob family command

had just talked back to him.

His rage built as I walked away. Just as I reached the doorway, he stuck out his foot.

I didn’t see the dirty trick coming. My body pitched forward, tumbling hard.

Jerry steps waited just outside the hall. I stumbled down them, my right arm scraping brutally against the cobblestone.

Pain shot through me as I curled up, clutching my injured arm. Every muscle tensed against the agony.

Above me, Kaden loomed like some twisted king surveying his kingdom.

Ophelia emerged from the hall, positioning herself beside her son. Dressed in designer clothes, she looked every inch the mistress of the

house. Her eyes found me sprawled below, dripping with disgust.

“Blanche, let me make something crystal clear,” Ophelia’s voice cut like ice. “In this family, you’re nothing but a groveling servant.

“You don’t deserve to meet Kaden’s eyes, much less challenge him. Look at yourself–this is what happens when you forget your place.”

She kicked my book viciously. It tumbled down the steps, landing dirt–smeared at my feet.

Kaden wrapped his arm around Ophelia’s shoulders, sneering. “Mom, why waste energy on trash like her? She’s just the family mutt.”

Ophelia stroked his hand with satisfaction. “Exactly. If she weren’t carrying Zain’s child, she wouldn’t even qualify as hired help.”

Their laughter echoed through the courtyard, cruel and deliberate.

I lay there, my arm raw and bleeding, but their words stung deeper than any physical wound.

For years, I’d worked myself to the bone. Always respectful to Ophelia. Always treating Kaden like the brother I never had.

Whatever he craved, I’d learn to cook. Even dishes I’d never attempted, I’d quietly ask the chef for lessons.

But in their eyes, I ranked below the actual servants. Zain’s wife in name only–treated worse than the maids.

I used to swallow it all without complaint. Not anymore.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up. My arm screamed in protest, but nothing felt broken. I retrieved my graduate school study guide, brushing off the dirt before tucking it away carefully.

From my position below, I looked up at Ophelia and Kaden perched on their high steps like royalty. A laugh bubbled up from my chest.

It was mocking. Sarcastic. Utterly dismissive.

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Ophelia’s face twisted. “What’s so funny?”

I straightened, spine rigid with pride. “Your precious sons? One can’t keep it in his pants, the other’s got nothing between his ears.

“Yet you parade them around like trophies. No matter how perfect you think they are, Ophelia, I’m done looking up to either of them.”

My gaze cut to Kaden. “Only cowards attack women. What kind of man does that make you?”

That single comment shattered his control.

“You dare speak to me like that? You have a death wish!” Kaden’s face went purple with rage. Being called less than a man was his

breaking point.

From anyone else, maybe he’d let it slide. But from me–the help–it was unforgivable.

I ignored his screaming completely. Ophelia looked ready to murder me, but I had no time for either of them.

I had work waiting. These people weren’t worth another second of my energy.

Maybe Ophelia worried Kaden would make too much noise and attract Oswald’s attention, because she held him back from following

1. me.

Instead, she whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure she pays.”

Kaden seethed. “Mom, I want her destroyed. And that slap from before? She’s going to regret it.”

Ophelia nodded eagerly. “Leave it to me. I’ll handle everything.”

When I reached the hospital, I asked a colleague to treat my scraped arm. She disinfected the wound and wrapped it with basic

bandaging.

Nothing serious, but it slowed down my work pace.

That evening, I stayed an extra hour finishing patient records before finally leaving.

It was late in the evening, and I couldn’t face going home to the Callum Mansion. My family would panic, and worse–Quinton might lose

his temper and go after the Jacobs.

The Jacob family could crush us without breaking a sweat. If we ever truly crossed them, the Callum wouldn’t survive the backlash.

For my family’s safety, I had to swallow my pride and endure.

I texted Quinton a small lie about attending an extra review session, telling him not to wait dinner for me. Since he knew about my

graduate school prep, he didn’t question it.

After work, I wandered aimlessly through the streets. No destination in mind, just walking to avoid going anywhere that mattered.

Eventually, I found myself outside an upscale restaurant.

Through the massive windows, I spotted Zain, Carry, and Joanna inside.

Zain sat alone at one end, focused on his laptop. On the sofa across from him, Carry and Joanna giggled together, stealing little kisses

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between their games.

Periodically, Zain would look up from his work. His expression went soft and warm whenever his eyes found them.

I stood on the busy sidewalk, my injured arm hanging useless at my side, not daring to move it.

The cozy warmth radiating from that restaurant made my own misery feel sharper. Bitterness flooded my mouth.

After a moment’s hesitation, I pulled out my phone. Struggling with my left hand, I slowly typed: [Is the divorce agreement ready?]

After sending it, I looked back through the window at Zain, Carry, and Joanna.

Zain hadn’t touched his phone or laptop. His complete attention stayed fixed on Carry and Joanna–his gaze gentle, his smile genuine

and unguarded.

Right now, they looked like a real family.

Zain still hadn’t responded, and my patience ran thin. I might as well head to Alexander Villa and grab the divorce papers I’d drafted

myself.

A divorce was a divorce. My version would work just fine.

When my taxi pulled up to Alexander Villa, Cherry’s face showed genuine surprise. “Mrs. Jacob! I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

I skipped the small talk. “Cherry, remember that file I gave you? Where did you put it?”

Cherry looked flustered. “Mrs. Jacob, Mr. Jacob asked me about that agreement a few days ago. I’m getting so forgetful in my old age.

“When you handed it to me, I misplaced it somehow. But Mr. Jacob kept asking, so I finally tracked it down. Let me get it for you right

now.”

So that explained Zain’s delay. If Cherry hadn’t been so scattered, we’d probably be divorced already.

Cherry returned quickly with the agreement, dust already settling on the folder.

“Mr. Jacob kept reminding me to send it over, but I kept forgetting,” Cherry admitted sheepishly.

I took the file from her hands. “I’ll deliver it myself, Cherry.”

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