The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 319

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319 Chapter 319 Everything Has Consequences

Blanche’s POV

As I pulled away from Amara’s neighborhood, my phone buzzed with Zain’s name lighting up the screen.

I stared at his contact for a moment but didn’t answer.

The call eventually went to voicemail, and that’s when my car decided to completely give up on me. The engine died, and warning lights started flashing across the dashboard.

I tried turning the key a few times and messing with different buttons, but nothing worked.

Left with no choice, I climbed out to check what was

wrong.

Walking around the vehicle, I discovered several nails embedded deep in the passenger–side rear tire.

I let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed my temples, feeling completely defeated. Standing there on the

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roadside, I had no clue what my next move should be- today was turning into a complete disaster.

The trunk held a jack and spare tire, so I opened it up and attempted to figure out the whole tire–changing process on my own.

But the moment I lifted the jack out, reality hit me hard. I didn’t have the strength for this job, and I was completely clueless about how any of these tools actually worked.

I stood there feeling utterly lost when a car suddenly pulled up and stopped right in front of me.

The window came down, revealing Nathan’s smug expression. He tilted his head and said, “Need some help?”

I looked up at him and answered, “No.”

Nathan leaned against his car door, wearing that annoying grin like he was enjoying some private joke. “You positive about that?”

Something about Nathan’s behavior struck me as suspicious.

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‘Did this bastard plant those nails in my tire deliberately?‘ The thought crossed my mind immediately.

I had zero interest in playing his games. I turned away from Nathan and stayed silent.

When I ignored him completely, Nathan became even more obnoxious. “Look at you–can’t even lift a jack properly. I’m betting you’d be just as useless in bed.”

I stood up straight and gave him a mocking smile.

“Want to test that theory?” I shot back.

My response had an edge to it, and I could see it got under Nathan’s skin.

He stared at me with that predatory look in his eyes. “Damn right I do.”

I gave him an icy stare and said, “Perfect. Let me call Zain right now–you can discuss all your fantasies with him directly.”

Before Nathan could protest, I was already hitting Zain’s number.

The phone barely rang before Zain picked up.

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Nathan probably thought I was bluffing just to mess with him, but the second Zain’s voice came through, his cocky expression vanished completely.

Zain’s voice filled the air: “What’s your location?”

I switched to speaker mode, making sure Nathan caught every single word Zain said.

“I just left Amara’s,” I replied, “but someone put nails in my tire and now I’m stranded. Nathan showed up at the neighborhood entrance–says he’s got some burning questions for you, so I figured I’d just call you directly.”

As I spoke, I held the phone toward Nathan.

Nathan stared at the device I was offering, his face turning stone cold. He glared at me and muttered, “You…”

I extended the phone further, keeping my expression completely neutral and giving him no reaction whatsoever.

I remained quiet, trapping Nathan with no way out. Finally, he cursed under his breath and grabbed the

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phone.

Zain’s voice came through crystal clear on speaker: “Nathan, you there?”

Nathan pressed the phone to his ear and replied, “Yeah, I’m here.”

Zain continued, “Blanche’s stuck with car trouble. Can you drive her home?”

Nathan had no choice but to comply. He shot me a dirty look, clearly pissed off, but answered, “Sure, I’ll bring her back.”

Zain sounded grateful. “I appreciate it, Nathan.”

Nathan forced out a bitter laugh. “No problem. It’s the least I can do.”

Zain responded, “Great, I’ll be here waiting.”

Nathan let out a few more strained chuckles before shoving the phone back at me.

I took the phone and said, “I’m ending the call now.”

Zain replied, “Okay, just shoot me a text if anything comes up.”

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I didn’t respond. I simply hung up.

After I disconnected, Nathan clenched his jaw, clearly fighting back his anger. He spat out, “Blanche, you really have no sense of self–preservation, do you?”

I looked back at him, amusement in my voice. “Careful with your words. Everything you say has

consequences.”

Nathan didn’t waste time with more arguments. He unlocked his car and snapped, “Just get in.”

I returned the jack and tools to my trunk, locked everything up, and climbed into Nathan’s vehicle.

I avoided the passenger seat and slipped into the back instead.

During the drive, Nathan was radiating frustration the

entire time.

But suddenly, he smirked while glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Zain is already hooking up with my sister. Why don’t you give me a shot instead?”

I met Nathan’s gaze in the mirror, letting contempt flash across my face. I released a harsh, cold laugh and

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snapped, “What could you possibly offer me? Why would I downgrade to someone even more pathetic than Zain?”

Nathan responded with his own mocking laugh,

shaking his head. “Pathetic? That’s only because you’ve never had a taste of what I can do. It’s easy to judge when you haven’t experienced it firsthand.”

Nathan understood exactly what I meant, but he kept twisting my words just to provoke me.

I didn’t hesitate with my response. “Hard pass,” I said flatly.

Seeing me act so superior, Nathan looked both

irritated and turned on. He sneered, “Just wait until Zain tosses you aside. That’s when I’ll be ready to keep you… company.”

He drew out the word “company,” his tone loaded with suggestion and that gross smirk, making his intentions obvious.

I thought about firing back at him, but honestly? He wasn’t worth the energy. I just ignored him

completely.

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Just then, my phone rang, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

I glanced down at the screen–Zain was calling again.

I answered, and Zain’s voice sounded gentle through the speaker. “How close are you?”

The car fell completely silent–Nathan could hear every word Zain was saying, and I noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel.

“Should be there in a few minutes,” I told him.

Zain asked, “Hungry for anything specific? I can have Heidi prepare something for you.”

I considered it briefly, then said, “I’m not eating.”

Zain pressed, “Why not? Trying to lose weight?”

“No,” I answered. “That’s not it. I’m not dieting.”

But Zain continued as if he hadn’t heard me. “You’re already way too skinny–lose any more weight and you’ll disappear completely.”

I didn’t feel like arguing, so I just made a noncommittal

sound.

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Zain went quiet for a moment, then his voice came through softly, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

I hesitated, my thoughts spinning. After a long silence, I suddenly asked, “Zain, are you planning to throw me out someday?”

“What?” Zain sounded confused, like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

I paused again, refusing to repeat the question. My voice turned cold as I said, “Never mind. I’m hanging up.”

Just as I was about to end the call, Zain interrupted, his voice strong and certain. “No.”

His answer carried real weight, like he was making an unbreakable vow–the kind of promise you knew he’d die before breaking.

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