The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 227

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Blanche’s POV

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I was lying in the hospital bed when my phone buzzed with a text from Amara: “Quinton and Amber are here.”

My heart sank. I quickly typed back asking her to stall them while I tried to figure out what to say.

But before I could come up with anything, I heard familiar voices approaching down the corridor.

Through my partially open door, I caught fragments of their conversation with Amara.

“Where’s Blanche?” Quinton’s voice was sharp, demanding.

“Quinton, honestly, Blanche just fell asleep. Maybe we shouldn’t disturb her right now?” Amara’s careful tone told me she was trying to protect me.

“Seriously, what’s going on with Blanche?” Quinton pressed harder.

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I held my breath, knowing Amara was running out of ways to deflect his questions.

Finally, she revealed what we’d agreed on–a partial truth to hide the complete story. “Quinton, when Blanche decided on the divorce, she terminated her pregnancy. They performed a D&C, but didn’t remove everything completely, and she started bleeding heavily–so she had to be rushed here.”

I closed my eyes, hating that this was how they had to find out. But it was better than the whole truth.

Later, when I was finally able to check my messages, I discovered what had led them here in the first place. Apparently, while I’d been at the hospital, quite a scene had unfolded at home.

From what I pieced together from various texts and a call with Amara, Vincent had been waiting for me in my room. He’d made himself comfortable on my bed, claiming he was warming it up for me–though I certainly hadn’t asked for that favor.

He’d waited for me to return from what he assumed was a shower, even watching some show while he

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waited. But of course, I never appeared because I was here.

That’s when he’d overheard Amber and Quinton talking outside.

“You’re back,” Amber had said when Quinton came

home.

“Mm. Still awake?” Quinton had replied.

“I stayed up for you–wanted to discuss Blanche. Something feels off about her lately.”

When Quinton asked what was wrong, Amber had dropped her voice, “Called her earlier, invited her for dinner, but she claimed she was pulling a late shift. After you suddenly announced overtime too, I decided to pack leftovers and surprise her. But she wasn’t at the hospital. The attending physician confirmed Blanche has no night duties until next week- apparently she never showed up.”

My chest tightened reading about their concern. I hated lying to them, but I hadn’t known what else to do.

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Quinton had apparently grown confused. “Maybe she’s at Blissfield Villa with Carry?”

But Amber had shaken her head. “Even so, why lie?”

That’s when Quinton had decided to call me, only to find my phone was dead.

Amber’s worry had spiked. “Think something happened?”

They’d decided to check Blissfield Villa themselves and had headed downstairs together.

According to what I learned later, just as they’d reached the staircase, Vincent had burst through my bedroom door.

Both Amber and Quinton had turned at the sound.

Recognizing Vincent, Quinton had paused. “What are you doing in there again?”

But Vincent had approached Quinton, cutting him off. “Hold on, Quinton–are you saying Blanche hasn’t been home for days?”

I could imagine Quinton rolling his eyes, clearly not wanting to engage.

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Amber, sensing the tension, had apparently nudged Quinton, then addressed Vincent. “Yeah, Blanche’s been staying at Blissfield Villa recently.”

From the messages I received, Vincent’s expression had fallen, disappointment flashing across his features before vanishing. He’d released what sounded like a bitter laugh. “Of course.”

Noticing Vincent’s dejection, Amber had quickly clarified. “Earlier was strange though. She told me she was working late, but when I brought food by, she wasn’t there–and she didn’t even have a shift.”

That’s when Vincent had sensed something was wrong and suggested they go to Blissfield Villa.

When they’d arrived at the villa’s entrance, Vincent had spotted Zain, Joanna, and Carry walking along the pathway. Zain and Joanna had been holding Carry’s hands, occasionally lifting her off the ground as she swung between them.

She’d been completely delighted, her joyful giggles filling the air.

I could only imagine how that scene had affected

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Vincent, especially thinking of Dorian and everything that had happened.

Vincent had apparently stared at Zain’s back, his fists clenching. He’d always struggled with his feelings

about Zain–questioning why Zain got certain things, why I treated him differently.

Watching what must have looked like a perfect family scene, Vincent had apparently looked away in

frustration.

That’s when Quinton had muttered, “Disgusting,” clearly directing the insult at Zain.

As Amber had reached for the car door to go ask them about me, Vincent’s phone had chimed with messages. He’d stopped her. “Don’t bother–she’s not here.”

Quinton had snapped, “Then where the hell is she?”

Amber had looked completely lost.

Vincent had paused, then let out what I’m told was a hollow laugh. “She’s at the hospital.”

Amber, confused and concerned, had protested, “But I already checked–she definitely wasn’t working.”

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That’s when Vincent had explained, “Amber, she went

as a patient.”

I can imagine how Amber must have suddenly connected the dots, remembering our earlier call. “That’s why she kept avoiding my questions and wouldn’t come home… She’s definitely hiding something from us. We need to check on her.”

Vincent had apparently turned away, staring out the window. When he’d whispered, “Blanche went to the maternity ward,” I can only imagine the impact of those words.

Amber had gone rigid. “What?”

Vincent had told them, “Quinton, Amber, go to the hospital. I… I’m staying here.”

Quinton had released what I’m told was a cold, mocking laugh. “Ha, two peas in a pod.”

With that, Quinton had gotten out of the car and told Amber, “Let’s go.”

Amber had apparently glanced at Vincent several times, but when he’d shown no reaction, she’d finally

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climbed out.

After Quinton and Amber had left for the hospital, I learned later that Vincent had remained in the car, apparently struggling with his own emotions and the confirmation of what he’d suspected.

And that’s how they’d ended up here, confronting Amara in the corridor while I lay in this hospital bed, trying to process everything that had led to this

moment.

The partial truth Amara had shared with them was enough for now. The complete truth–about Zain, about the real reason I was here–that would have to

wait for another time.

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