The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 131

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Blanche’s POV 1

I stood frozen, staring at Zain’s face.

The face I used to dream about every night was right there, but my heart felt nothing–completely dead inside.

When Zain asked his question, I let out a bitter laugh. After what felt like forever, I finally answered, “Zain, we’re a joke compared to real couples. Maybe it’s time we both walked away.”

Something flickered across Zain’s face–confusion, maybe loss. He looked down at me, his voice serious. “So what makes a real couple?”

I had no clue what was running through his head, but I said it anyway. “You and Joanna–that’s what real looks like.”

I turned to leave, but something made me spin back around. “Oh, and just so we’re clear–you really do only last three minutes in bed.”

Zain’s expression went dark, his eyes turning ice–cold and lethal. His hand shot out, gripping mine hard. “What, you’re fucking someone

else now?”

I met his stare head–on, zero shame in my voice. “And if I am? Zain, we’re getting divorced anyway.”

I yanked my hand free and walked away without looking back.

Zain’s POV

I watched Blanche walk away, my gaze shifting with mixed emotions. Something in my chest twisted uncomfortably. That little? No way that’s all I’ve got, I thought.

I left Alexander Villa and drove straight to the Callum Mansion. My mind was a mess the entire drive.

When I stopped at a red light, a car door slammed. I turned to see Marquis looking like hell–exhausted and desperate.

My voice went ice–cold. “Get out.”

Marquis didn’t budge. He whipped around to face me, his eyes wild and dangerous. “Where’s Amara? Where the hell is she?”

“I don’t know,” I said without missing a beat.

Fury flashed in Marquis’s eyes. “She moved out and won’t take my calls. You put her up to this, didn’t you?”

I held his gaze steady. “Why do you think she left? Why do you think she dumped your ass? You already know the answer.”

Amara had given Marquis years of her life. She’d put up with his cheating, his lies, his bullshit. She’d even gotten an abortion for him.

For years, she waited for him to propose. All she got was more betrayal and heartbreak.

Marquis wasn’t buying it. He exploded, “But she forgave me! She said she wasn’t mad. She said she’d marry me!”

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“So where is she now? Blanche, if you hadn’t filled her head with poison, would she have run off and ignored my calls?”

I scoffed, my voice dripping with contempt. “Ever think about looking in the mirror? You’re a complete piece of shit. She had every right

to dump you.”

Marquis’s face twisted. “Shut up.”

My tone stayed steady, unflinching. “Get out.”

His bloodshot eyes burned into me, his voice rough and low. “Take me to her.”

“Absolutely not,” I shot back. “I’m never taking you to her.”

The second I finished speaking, Marquis’s hand was around my throat.

His face contorted with rage, his voice deadly. “Take me to her, or I’ll kill you myself.”

I clawed at his hand, trying to break free. When I couldn’t, when the air started slipping away, I slammed my palm on the horn.

The horn blared through the silent night, but no one even glanced at the car.

Seeing I still wouldn’t give in, Marquis squeezed harder and roared, “Are you going to take me to her or not?”

My face was burning, veins bulging, and it felt like my eyes might pop from the pressure.

Death was creeping in, choking me, but even then, I wouldn’t betray Amara.

Right when I was about to black out, the car door yanked open again.

Someone rushed in, dragged Marquis off me, and immediately started throwing punches.

A few minutes later, as I started coming to, a furious voice cut through the night. “Get lost.”

I knew that voice instantly–I’d been hearing it way too much lately. Vincent.

Marquis was clearly getting his ass kicked. As he scrambled away, he still managed to shout back, “Just you wait, Blanche.”

Vincent’s voice was pure menace. “Touch my woman again, I fucking dare you.”

Marquis’s voice faded, leaving only the echo of his horn in the night.

I slumped back against the seat, turning to find Vincent standing by the passenger door.

His right hand was hidden behind his back, his eyes locked on me, unblinking.

He was still pissed, and he wasn’t saying a word.

I caught his silence and gave a small, tight smile. “Thanks.”

Vincent kept his hand hidden, blood smeared across his palm. He didn’t want me to see it–didn’t want to trigger any painful memories.

But seeing how forced my smile was, Vincent snapped, “Blanche, if you really want to thank me, then keep your damn promise.”

I looked confused, my brows knitting together. “What?”

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Vincent’s anger flared even hotter. He turned away and snorted, “Figure it out yourself.”

With that, he turned and walked away without another word, climbing into his own car.

Through my rearview mirror, I caught sight of a woman in Vincent’s passenger seat.

She was absolutely stunning–long, curly hair cascading over her shoulders, a purple dress hugging every curve perfectly.

The kind of knockout you rarely see in real life; both her looks and her presence were otherworldly.

As Vincent got in, the woman smoothly took his hand, and they looked completely inseparable.

When the car rolled past, I glimpsed Vincent’s hand resting on the woman’s thigh.

It wasn’t until his car completely disappeared that I just smiled faintly.

From the very beginning, no matter what Vincent said or did, I always knew I was just another conquest or convenient arrangement to

him.

When he called me baby or bought me birthday gifts, it was all part of his game.

Vincent was a notorious player–no way he’d ever settle down for just one woman.

After pulling myself together, I locked the car and drove straight back to the Callum Mansion.

Once I got home, I immediately dialed Amara’s number. “Hey Amara, has Marquis been trying to contact you?”

Amara said, “Yeah, he’s been relentless. He even threatened suicide if I didn’t see him, sent me some digital will.”

I listened, my heart sinking with worry, and told Amara everything that happened tonight.

Amara was panicked. “He actually attacked you? Blanche, are you okay?”

I assured her I was fine, then said, “Why don’t you stay at my place for a while?”

God only knew what Marquis might try next, given his current state.

Amara thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Blanche, I’m honestly doing great. Living alone, sometimes filming vlogs–life feels

pretty complete.”

Amara was a food blogger; she just shot cooking videos at home, did some editing, and uploaded them online for income.

She had all the freedom she wanted, but for years, Marquis had kept her chained down.

I didn’t push, just told Amara to be careful.

As we were about to hang up, Amara suddenly said, “There’s an event tomorrow. Come with me?”

I was worried about her, so I agreed. “Yeah.”

“See you tomorrow,” Amara said with a smile.