The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 321

Blanche’s Perspective

After Zain went upstairs, I stayed seated in the dining room, frozen in place. The minutes blurred together, my body growing stiff and chilled as I wrestled with my thoughts. Eventually, I forced myself to rise. There was no changing what had happened—I had to accept this harsh reality. Lingering on it would only deepen my pain.

I stretched my cramped limbs and slowly made my way upstairs. Passing by Carry’s room, I noticed her door was slightly ajar. I had crossed that threshold countless times before, never once hesitating. But now, something held me back. Fear gripped me—the fear that Carry might reject me outright or break down the moment she saw me. Even more terrifying was the thought of my own daughter yelling at me.

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to enter, and instead kept walking toward the guest room. But then Carry’s plaintive voice floated through the crack in her door: “Daddy, I want to see Miss Joanna. Can we go find her?”

There was a pause before Zain’s voice, calm but firm, responded, “Go to sleep.” Though his tone was measured, the hesitation before his reply revealed his inner conflict.

Carry’s voice returned, trembling with tears. “It’s all Mom’s fault. Since she came to Blissfield Villa, Miss Joanna never visits anymore.”

Zain’s expression hardened as he looked at Carry, his voice dropping low and sharp like a knife. “So? What exactly do you want me to do?”

Without missing a beat, Carry shot back, her voice steady despite her tears. “Daddy, just kick Mom out. Send her back to Grandma’s—alone, to that awful house where no one likes her.”

Hearing my daughter speak with such bitterness about our family twisted something deep inside me. The sting was sharper than I expected. Unable to bear another word, I slipped quietly into my room and closed the door behind me.

Zain’s Perspective

As soon as Blanche disappeared into her room, I snapped from the hallway, “Carry, who taught you to talk like that?”

My anger was clear, and Carry immediately burst into tears. She wiped her eyes and choked out, “Daddy, do you not love me anymore? Do you not want me anymore?”

Tears streamed down her face as she looked utterly broken. I met her gaze and said sharply, “If you keep saying things like that, maybe you’re the one who should leave.”

Carry received another harsh reprimand, but this time she stayed silent, biting her lip with shoulders trembling from quiet sobs. Her face crumpled in miserable pain, but I looked at her without any sign of sympathy.

Rising from the bed, I stood over her. “You need to think carefully about what you said and why it was wrong.”

Without another word, I left her room, not even glancing back.

Once I was gone, Carry’s anger exploded. Her tiny fists pounded the bed as she snarled, “Blanche, this is all your fault! Miss Joanna won’t come back, and now Daddy doesn’t even want me!”

She tossed and turned restlessly on her bed, kicking the blankets in frustration. When that didn’t calm her, she grabbed her tablet, desperate for distraction.

Opening the browser, she tapped the voice input and whispered, “How can I make Mom die?”

The screen instantly flooded with countless links. Carry clicked through them blindly, unable to understand the words. If a video appeared, she would watch, hoping for answers.

But no matter how long she searched, nothing seemed to offer a solution.

Her young mind raced, desperately trying to find a way to make Blanche vanish from the Jacob family forever.

Zain’s Perspective Continued

After leaving Carry’s room, I noticed the light glowing from the guest room next door. I knew Blanche must have come upstairs.

I paused outside her door, my hand hovering before I finally knocked. Despite the tension between us downstairs, I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out.

Blanche opened the door, glanced up at me, and stepped aside. “Come in.”

I entered slowly, taking in the neat, orderly room. Everything was simple yet cozy—a space she had only occupied for a few days, but already made to feel like home.

She didn’t lash out at my words, but instead lowered her voice and reminded me calmly, “Zain, there are only a few days left before the cooling-off period ends. Please stop coming up with these random ideas out of nowhere.”

Her composed tone stunned me into silence, catching me completely off guard.

After a long pause, I finally released her and straightened up.

I stared at Blanche, her entire body radiating rejection, and let out a bitter laugh.

But I said nothing more. I spun around and stormed out of the guest room.

Before leaving, I slammed the door hard, making sure she knew exactly how furious I was.

Back in my room, I lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl as I pulled out my phone and texted Joanna: “Want me to come with you to Windsor?”

I vaguely remembered Joanna mentioning plans to visit her father in Windsor over New Year’s.

She replied almost immediately, “I’m not going back. I’ve already made plans for New Year’s.”

I wasn’t ready to let it go. I texted again, “Didn’t we agree you’d go back over New Year’s?”

Joanna explained, “I’ve already talked to Dad. I’ll head back later when I get the chance.”

I stared at her message, taking a long drag from my cigarette.

My eyes remained fixed on the screen as a strange mix of restlessness and unwillingness to accept the situation built inside me.