The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 292

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Mother

Blanche’s POV

Throughout all these years of marriage, Zain had never used that word with me, except during those

performances for his grandfather’s benefit.

Hearing “wife” roll off his tongue now made something heavy settle deep in my chest.

Vincent caught Zain’s words too, and his expression turned stormy in an instant.

“Zain, cut the crap. Who exactly are you calling your wife?” he barked.

Zain registered Vincent’s furious outburst but acted completely unbothered. He tilted his head up and guided me away, every movement radiating cocky confidence.

At this moment, Zain carried himself like he’d just claimed victory, smugness written all over his features.

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Walking down those steps, I stole a quick look at Vincent from the corner of my eye.

He was seething, but he stayed put.

Guilt twisted in my stomach. I almost spoke up, but with Zain right beside me, I swallowed the words.

Zain ushered me toward the car, and I couldn’t help but turn back toward Vincent’s spot.

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He shifted his gaze, those captivating dark eyes finding mine directly.

The second our eyes met, Vincent flashed me a cheeky, confident wink.

Just like that, my pulse stuttered.

Vincent wasn’t just gorgeous and loaded–more than anything, he had this gift for making women melt.

Honestly, even I wasn’t immune to his magnetic pull.

Since Zain had been drinking, he called for a driver- we both ended up in the backseat.

As Zain slid into the car, he positioned himself between Vincent and me, cutting off our lingering eye

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contact.

The vehicle pulled away moments later.

Zain shot me a look, clearly waiting for some response. But I kept my expression neutral, almost detached—I watched disappointment flicker across his face, though he tried to mask it.

His phone started ringing—Desmond’s name on the

screen.

Zain answered, his focus shifting completely away from me.

Right then, my phone lit up with a WhatsApp notification.

I glanced down and saw Vincent’s name.

I opened the message: [Sweetheart, come home early tonight. I want to hold you while we sleep.]

My heart did a little flip, but I typed back: [Joanna’s at the hospital.]

Vincent’s response came lightning–fast: [?]

I kept it short and direct: [Joanna hurt her leg. Maybe

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you should go look after her.]

With Vincent, I could never get a solid read–he was

unpredictable as hell.

That’s exactly why I refused to let myself get emotionally invested.

Suddenly, Vincent’s call came through.

I saw his name and immediately declined.

Within seconds, he fired off another message: [Seriously, Blanche, what kind of guy do you think I am? Do you really see me as that low?]

Even through the screen, I could sense Vincent’s irritation loud and clear.

But I still sent back: [I know you like her.]

Vincent’s reply: [Yeah, sure–I like dogs.]

The moment I read that message, I started sneezing uncontrollably–one sneeze after another, like some cosmic joke.

Zain was still deep in conversation with Desmond

when he heard my sneezing fit. He gave me a worried

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glance.

“What’s wrong? Coming down with something?”

When he leaned closer, the faint smell of alcohol drifted over and hit my nostrils.

I wrinkled my nose, keeping my voice steady as I told Zain, “Let’s stop by the hospital.”

I didn’t elaborate, leaving my reasoning unclear.

Zain nodded and asked, “Going to grab some

medicine?”

I knew I wasn’t actually sick. I looked at Zain and said, “Carry should be ready to come home.”

That’s when realization dawned on Zain–Carry was still at the hospital.

When I suggested picking up Carry, Zain’s face lit up with a smile.

He beamed at me, “You really are such a caring mother.”

Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. Hearing Zain say that, all I could manage was a bitter internal

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laugh.

Not too long ago, Zain had practically told me I wasn’t fit to be anyone’s mother.

And now? He was singing a completely different tune.

He’d said so many things–half–truths, complete lies… How many had ever been genuine?

When I stayed silent, Zain didn’t seem bothered. He just went back to his conversation with Desmond.

Meanwhile, my phone was buzzing with dozens of unread WhatsApp messages.

I checked and found them all from Vincent, absolutely flooding my chat.

[Blanche, you’re that dog I was talking about.]

[Dog, dog, you’re a dog.]

[Blanche, are you even paying attention to me?]

[Stop playing dumb.]

[Don’t think you can ignore me just because you’re with Zain. You need to check in with me–every single

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minute. If you don’t, I swear I’ll show up at his villa and cause a scene.]

[???]

[Say something already! If you keep ignoring me, I’m gonna lose it.]

[Let me be crystal clear: I’m not letting him lay a finger on you. If he does, I’m done letting you stay with him for this divorce bullshit.]

[Blanche, are you even listening to me?]

After that relentless message bombardment, Vincent tried calling me several more times.

I had my phone on silent, so Zain remained oblivious.

After declining Vincent’s calls repeatedly, I finally messaged him: [I got it, you can stop now.]

Vincent’s instant reply: [What were you doing just now?!]

I responded: [Not really.]

Vincent shot back a warning: [Listen up—you’d better do as I say. Don’t you dare let that asshole Zain touch

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you.]

I was typing a quick “Okay” when suddenly Zain leaned in, way too close for comfort.

Feeling him move nearer, I quickly shut off my screen.

Noticing my suspicious behavior, Zain could tell I’d been messaging someone else.

Still, he had no concrete proof I’d been texting

Vincent.

Zain didn’t get upset–instead, he teased me, studying my face with that playful grin. “Getting all flustered? Come on, are you hiding secrets from me now?”

I turned away, refusing to meet his eyes, staying completely quiet.

Zain noticed my flushed cheeks and stubborn silence, but he didn’t push for answers.

After a moment’s consideration, he called Joanna.

Joanna picked up instantly, sounding both shocked and thrilled. “Zain, are you really coming to see me at the hospital?”

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Zain answered flatly, “Yeah.”

Then he quickly added, “And tell Carry to pack up her stuff. After I check on you, I’ll take her home–she’s got kindergarten tomorrow.”

Joanna paused for a beat, her excitement dimming into confusion. She stammered, “Oh, um, okay. Sure thing.”

Zain missed the odd tone in her voice. He simply said, “Alright, we’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Joanna’s POV

Carry still hadn’t returned, and panic was setting in—I was so rattled, I didn’t even register that Zain had said

“we.”

Right after hanging up, I shouted toward the bathroom, “Mom, hurry up and get out here!”

Lillian finished washing up and emerged, seeing me frantically trying to get out of bed.

Lillian hurried over, concern written all over her face, and helped steady me. “What’s the matter?”

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I blurted out, “Mom, go find Carry–now!

Zain said he’ll be here in about thirty minutes. If Carry’s still missing when he arrives, how am I supposed to explain that to him?”

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