The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 127

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Blanche’s POV 1

I brushed off the divorce papers and walked out of Alexander Villa, clutching them tightly.

Once I reached Blissfield Villa, I pulled my car to the curb but couldn’t bring myself to go inside.

This place used to be mine–where my daughter, husband, and I had built our life together. Now it belonged to Joanna.

Lillian was in there, and I couldn’t stomach facing her right now.

I stayed locked in my car for quite some time before Zain’s vehicle finally appeared at the villa’s entrance.

Zain climbed out from behind the wheel, pulled open the rear door, and carefully lifted Carry into his arms. He then turned to assist

Joanna from the car, waiting until both were safely out before shutting the door.

Watching someone as arrogant as Zain set aside his ego like this was almost surreal.

After securing his car, Zain and Joanna each grasped one of Carry’s small hands, forming a perfect little family as they headed toward the

villa.

Just as they reached the entrance, I stepped out of my car and called out, “Zain, hold on.”

My voice stopped all three of them cold–Zain, Carry, and Joanna. None of them had expected me to appear at Blissfield Villa this late.

Zain spun around and spotted me approaching from the roadside. My expression gave nothing away–neither grief nor joy.

I stopped a short distance from him and said, “Zain, we need to talk.”

Zain hesitated briefly, then addressed the others. “Go ahead inside. I’ll handle this quickly and be right in.”

Carry positioned herself in front of Joanna, her wide eyes fixed on me. Strangely, hearing my voice seemed to spark something hopeful

in her.

But when I didn’t acknowledge her, her expression immediately darkened.

So when Zain dismissed them, Carry stomped angrily into Blissfield Villa, with Joanna trailing behind.

I could read the disappointment on my daughter’s face–she clearly didn’t think much of me anymore. But honestly, none of that

mattered to me now.

Once Carry and Joanna had disappeared inside, I extended the divorce papers with my left hand. “Here are the papers I mentioned. Look them over, and if everything’s acceptable, just sign.”

Zain examined the documents under the gentle orange lighting, and I caught a flicker of something cold cross his features. Eventually, he reached out and accepted them.

Before he could respond, Joanna’s voice drifted from inside the villa. “Zain, Carry’s stomach is bothering her again.”

Zain immediately started toward Blissfield Villa.

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This time, I called after him. “Zain, wait.”

He stopped and said, “I have the papers. I’ll review them and message you when I’m finished.”

I didn’t want to drag this out any longer. I said quickly, “It’ll only take a moment to review. If everything looks good, we can proceed.”

Zain paused momentarily, then flipped through the divorce documents.

After scanning them briefly, he closed the folder and told me, “This is incomplete. Let me prepare a comprehensive agreement. Don’t

worry–I’ll contact you as soon as it’s ready for your signature.”

I drew in a shaky breath, my chest constricting until I could barely breathe. Marriage had been simple, but divorce felt like navigating an

endless maze.

Exhaustion crashed over me, but I had no choice. An amicable divorce was our best option right now. Court proceedings would only

drag things out further.

Zain tucked the papers under his arm and started toward Blissfield Villa. After several steps, he paused and looked back at me. “Want to

come in?”

I shook my head. “No thanks.”

Blissfield Villa wasn’t my home anymore. What was the point of going inside? I turned and walked away.

Zain watched me leave, his gaze lingering on my right arm, as if something about it troubled him, though I couldn’t guess what he was

thinking.

When I returned to the Callum Mansion, everyone had already retired for the night. I crept upstairs and gently pushed open my

bedroom door.

Rather than immediately switching on the lights, I closed the door and released a long, weary sigh. This whole divorce mess had been

draining me lately.

Zain had agreed to it, but the process was crawling along at an agonizing pace. We hadn’t even finalized the divorce agreement yet.

No matter how desperately I wanted to accelerate things, they simply wouldn’t move any faster.

I gathered myself and reached for the light switch, but my fingers unexpectedly brushed against something warm. I jerked back, startled, instinctively pulling away.

Before I could retreat far, powerful arms seized me and dragged me back. In the next instant, the intruder pressed me against the door.

The familiar scent of cigarettes flooded my nostrils, and I fought against him, my voice low and strained. “Vincent, release me.”

Vincent pressed closer, his breath washing over my face like molten fire.

I twisted my head away, but his breath simply cascaded against my neck, sending shivers through me.

Without warning, Vincent reached for my arm, but the moment he made contact, I couldn’t suppress a muffled whimper of pain. The

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sound made Vincent immediately let go.

He snapped on the light and reached for my arm to examine it, asking anxiously. “What happened?”

I yanked my arm away, my expression glacial as I said curtly, “I’m fine.”

Vincent, concerned about causing me more pain, saw me pull back and immediately released me. Before he could say anything else, my

phone began ringing.

I grabbed my phone with my left hand, and Vincent noticed I was clearly favoring my right arm. He glanced at the caller ID–it was Zain.

I moved to answer the call, but Vincent snatched the phone from my hand and stuffed it into his pocket. He reached for my right wrist,

his expression stone–cold. “Don’t move. Let me see.”

I pressed back against the door, realizing there was no point in resisting, so I simply let him.

Vincent pushed up my sleeve and discovered my right arm wrapped in bandages, some areas already stained with fresh blood. His face

darkened, his voice turning frosty. “How did this happen?”

I pulled my hand back, avoiding Vincent’s eyes. “I just injured it accidentally.”

Somehow, Vincent was convinced I wasn’t being truthful. His gaze was icy and probing as he pressed, “Did Zain do this to you?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, he had nothing to do with it.”

Vincent’s anger only intensified, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re still protecting him?”

I frowned. “I’m not.”

Seeing my hesitation, Vincent let out a bitter laugh. “Blanche, you’re a complete liar. I must be the biggest fool for letting you manipulate

me all these years. I’m just a damn idiot.”

He was furious, absolutely livid, but all he could do was call me a liar. He wanted to say more, but the only word that emerged was liar.

He was terrified of hurting me, terrified he’d end up regretting it for the rest of his life. When someone truly cared about another

person, that fear never disappeared.

They’d be afraid of saying something cruel, afraid of doing something stupid, and afraid of just ruining everything.

I watched Vincent’s agitation, my brows drawing together. I looked at him, completely confused–I had no idea what he was talking

about.

I thought to myself, ‘When did I ever lie to him?‘

Vincent avoided my gaze, his voice rough as he asked, “Where’s the first aid kit?”

I replied, “Vincent, I can handle it myself. You really don’t need to trouble yourself.”

Vincent felt terrible inside. After wrestling with himself for a moment, he reached out and pressed my face against his chest.

“Blanche,” Vincent whispered, “sometimes I just wish I could shrink you down and keep you in my pocket, so no one could ever steal you

away from me.

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