The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 142

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Blanche’s POV 1

Oswald’s excitement was obvious when Zain gave his answer.

I suppressed my confusion and held myself together until Oswald finally retired for the night.

The moment we reached the upstairs hallway, I planted myself by the bedroom door without stepping inside. “Zain, what exactly are you playing at?”

I’d only returned to Jacob Manor because Zain claimed he’d located our marriage certificate. I hadn’t signed up to put on some charade

for Oswald.

This whole act felt pointless anyway–what was the use of pretending?

Zain caught the fury in my expression and flashed that crooked grin, reaching for my arm. “We should discuss this privately.”

I jerked away from his touch, bristling. “I’m perfectly capable of walking myself.”

I marched into the room and dropped onto the sofa.

Zain settled beside me, angling his body toward mine. “Grandpa has our marriage certificate.”

The revelation hit me like a slap, though understanding followed quickly.

Among all the Jacobs, Oswald was the sole family member who genuinely hoped Zain and I would succeed.

Oswald had hidden our marriage certificate, terrified we’d spontaneously decide to separate.

After several beats of silence, I faced Zain directly. “If Oswald took it, we’ll simply report the certificate as missing. We can obtain a

duplicate and proceed with the divorce anyway.”

Zain’s expression darkened as I mentioned divorce yet again.

He recovered quickly, his tone measured. “There’s something else.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What now?”

Zain relaxed against the sofa cushions, appearing completely unbothered. “Let’s sleep together one final time.”

I bolted upright, snapping at him. “Zain, have you lost your damn mind?”

I started toward the door, but Zain caught my arm–firm without being brutal–and yanked me back in front of him.

Zain moved closer, his breath scorching my skin like flames. “Since you keep insisting I only last mere minutes, don’t I deserve the opportunity to prove otherwise?”

I instinctively recoiled, desperate to create distance between us.

I couldn’t bear to look at him, turning my head away.

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“Zain, it’s over. I refuse to let you use me however you please anymore.”

Zain ignored my resistance completely. He wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me into his arms. He leaned down, going in for

a kiss.

I fought frantically, my voice sharp with rage. “Zain, you can’t do this. This is illegal, you realize that?”

Zain remained unmoved. He pulled a condom from his pocket, tossing it onto the sofa before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

His other hand stayed clamped around my waist, refusing to release me.

No matter how fiercely I struggled, Zain controlled me effortlessly, his hold never loosening.

When I realized he was serious, I screamed desperately. “Zain, get a grip. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

I was trying to shock him back to reality. But my struggles only made Zain tighten his grip around my waist.

Only after his shirt hung completely open, exposing his broad, muscled chest, did he finally press me down beneath him. He slipped his

hand beneath my shirt, fingers trailing across my heated, tense skin.

Unlike his usual approach of rushing straight to intercourse, this time he was clearly prolonging things, building tension with deliberate

foreplay.

I covered myself with both hands, humiliated tears filling my eyes. Zain acted as though he couldn’t see them, bending down to capture

my lips.

Simultaneously, his hand located the condom, fingers grazing it. Just as he was about to kiss me, his phone erupted to life. The ringtone

sliced through the night’s quiet like a blade.

Zain hesitated, irritation flashing across his features, but he released me and sat up. His mood was completely ruined; pure annoyance

radiated from him.

When he glanced down and spotted Joanna’s name on the display, his scowl softened slightly.

He answered, and Joanna sounded bewildered on the other end. “Zain, aren’t you at Blissfield Villa?”

Zain responded flatly. “No, I’m at Jacob Manor.”

Joanna’s voice was raw and unsteady, like she’d been weeping. “Could you come back? I need to tell you something.”

Hearing Joanna’s tears, Zain shot to his feet, not bothering to close his open shirt. He answered immediately. “I’ll be there right away.”

After ending the call, Zain began fastening his shirt, his gaze lingering on me briefly.

I was curled in the sofa’s corner, arms wrapped protectively around myself. I was sobbing, my entire body shaking with each breath.

Seeing me like that, Zain felt a flash of guilt pierce his chest. But the guilt vanished just as rapidly.

Hurting me hadn’t been his goal; he simply needed to vindicate himself.

He wasn’t in the wrong. What man could tolerate that kind of humiliation?

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After fixing his appearance, Zain tucked the condom back into his suit pocket.

He looked down at me. “Joanna called. She needs me, so I’m leaving.”

I raised my head, my eyes bloodshot and strained. I glared at Zain, demanding furiously. “Why did you even drag me back here? For what

purpose?”

Zain answered quietly. “Yes, the marriage certificate truly is with Grandpa.”

I let out a derisive laugh, my tone thick with sarcasm. “So what’s your plan? You want me to go tell Mr. Jacob that I’m the one requesting

a divorce?”

Zain frowned, shooting back. “Aren’t you the one constantly mentioning divorce?”

I released a bitter laugh, tears sparkling in my eyes. Yes, I was the one who kept bringing up divorce. But I knew exactly why I’d started

saying it. And Zain knew precisely why too.

Watching Zain act like everything was so obvious, my fury blazed. “Zain, I could simply stop discussing divorce. If I stay silent, then she’ll

never get the chance to make it official.”

Right then, Zain’s phone rang again; Joanna’s voice was thick with tears. “Zain, are you almost here?”

Hearing her crying, Zain rushed to soothe her. “I’m nearly there. Don’t cry. I’m here for you.”

He said this while walking out of the bedroom.

I watched Zain leave without even glancing back, and couldn’t help releasing a bitter laugh.

From Zain’s words, he knew the marriage certificate was with Oswald, but he had no intention of asking Oswald for it. If he wouldn’t do

it, then I’d have to handle it myself.

Since Oswald was already sleeping, I’d just have to wait for another opportunity to tell him the truth.

What was the point of hiding it? We were divorcing anyway. I couldn’t keep this from Mr. Jacob indefinitely.

Now that I’d worked things out, I decided to return to Callum Mansion; people were waiting for me at home.

Zain’s POV

When I entered Blissfield Villa, Joanna sat alone in the living room. Several crumpled tissues littered the coffee table–evidence of her

crying session.

Hearing footsteps at the entrance, Joanna turned and spotted me. She jumped up and rushed over, embracing me tightly. “Zain, you’re finally back.”

The impact of her hug made me step backward, but I quickly regained my balance.

I placed a gentle arm around Joanna’s shoulders and asked softly. “What’s the matter?”

Joanna choked back a sob, her voice trembling. “My mom’s stomach is hurting again. She’s terrified something terrible might happen to

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her.”

Before she could continue, I interrupted to comfort her. “Hey, it’s alright. With how advanced medicine is now–and the doctors already

performed a biopsy and confirmed her tumor is benign–she’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

But Joanna continued crying. “She keeps saying she still has unfulfilled wishes, and she keeps fighting with me about it.”

I could feel my shirt becoming damp from her tears, but I didn’t get annoyed. Instead, I asked gently. “What wishes?”

Joanna looked up at me. “I’m already in my twenties, and she keeps worrying that I’m still unmarried.”

I paused momentarily, falling quiet.

Joanna quickly added. “Zain, I know I’m putting you in a difficult position.”

My expression grew rigid, but I forced a smile. “It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.”

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