The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 56

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Blanche’s POV 1

Zain and I sat without speaking, an unsettling quiet filling the private room.

Since moments alone with him were so rare, I decided to take my shot. “Zain, can we talk?”

I wasn’t trying to grovel–I just wanted to know if he’d even bother with a conversation. If not, I wouldn’t waste my breath.

Zain looked at me with that cool, unbothered expression. After a beat, he said, “What do you want to talk about?”

I cut straight to it. “Did you sabotage Quinton and Amber at work?”

Zain didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, that was me.”

I’d suspected as much, but hearing him confirm it still twisted something painful in my chest.

I met his eyes stubbornly. “Why?”

Zain looked away, obviously not planning to explain. “Just because,” he said.

I couldn’t figure out what was going through his head. Fighting back my anger, I pressed, “What exactly do you want from me?”

Zain went quiet for a long moment. Finally, he looked back at me. “Carry needs you.”

He’d already fed me this line last time–how Carry wanted my cooking.

The pieces suddenly clicked into place, and I started connecting everything that had been happening.

“So if I’m good to Carry, you’ll back off my family?” I asked.

Zain locked eyes with me. “Yes,”

His bluntness caught me off guard. After a pause, I said, “Got it.”

Zain gave a quiet, “Okay.”

Even with that settled, I couldn’t relax. “When will you ease up on Quinton and Amber?”

Zain replied, “That depends on how you behave.”

Right then, I realized Zain would always hold all the power. But what choice did I have? Reluctantly, I gave in.

There wasn’t much else to discuss, but one question still nagged at me.

“Why have you been dodging me since I came back from town? Why wouldn’t you even let me explain any of this?”

Zain answered in that flat tone, “No reason.”

He couldn’t exactly tell me that seeing me reminded him of Vincent and me together.

Honestly, his answers didn’t matter anymore.

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When Zain said there was no reason, I was past caring.

I looked him dead in the eye. “I’m Carry’s mom. I’ll do right by her as her mother, but that’s all.”

My voice stayed steady, missing the usual warmth I had when talking about Carry. With that, I got up and walked toward the door.

Zain watched me leave, and I could sense something had shifted in his expression, though I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

As I opened the door, Vincent was leaning against the frame, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He shot a cool look at Drew and

Nicholas standing nearby, radiating that ‘me against the world‘ energy.

I had no idea what went down, but Drew and Nicholas both looked seriously ticked off.

No doubt–while Zain and I were talking inside, there’d been quite the showdown out here.

From where everyone stood, Vincent had clearly come out on top.

I used to kiss up to Drew and Nicholas, always trying to win them over. Now I couldn’t care less.

Seeing Vincent get under their skin gave me a secret thrill.

Without even glancing at Drew and Nicholas, I turned to Vincent. “Mr. Aarav, let’s go.”

Vincent stepped forward and slipped his arm around my waist. He leaned in, breathing in my shampoo–something sweet that seemed to

mess with his head for a second.

After savoring it with half–closed eyes, Vincent flashed that wicked grin. “Alright, baby.”

Vincent’s closeness was intense. I tried pushing his hand away, but he just pulled me tighter. “Come on, baby, everyone’s watching. Work

with me here, will you?”

I dropped my hand and let him have his way.

It’s just a body, I thought. Just an arm around my waist–nothing worth fighting over.

But to Drew and Nicholas, seeing Vincent with his arm around me was pure provocation.

Drew never held back when his temper flared. He glared at Vincent and snapped, “Shameless.”

He didn’t bother keeping his voice down, so Vincent heard every word. Instead of getting mad, Vincent just laughed, making it even more

obvious he was messing with them.

Suddenly Drew shouted at my back, “Blanche, do you even know how many women Vincent has been with?”

I stopped and replied in a calm, flat tone, “No, I don’t.”

Drew let out a mocking laugh and stepped closer. “You really think staying with him means you’ll have a good life? Let me tell you- you’re just another flower in his garden, nothing special.”

I stayed quiet, refusing to take the bait.

Drew thought my silence meant he’d gotten to me. Just as he was about to keep going, Vincent stepped forward, blocking me and giving

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Drew that mischievous grin. “Mr. Stewart, you seem to know me pretty well. What, am I one of your flowers too?”

Drew shot Vincent a disgusted look. “Who was talking to you?”

Vincent raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?”

Drew’s expression turned ice–cold. “Vincent, enough,” he snapped.

Vincent scratched his ear and shrugged casually. “I’m listening. Why are you yelling? What if you scare my baby?”

Drew’s face went red with anger. He thought he was shameless enough, but Vincent took it to another level entirely.

Seeing Drew’s frustration, Vincent’s grin got wider. “You’re not happy, right?”

Before Drew could respond, Vincent cut him off with a smirk. “That’s perfect. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you pissed off.”

Vincent laughed loud and proud, his arm around my waist as we strutted off like we owned the world.

Zain’s POV

Not long after, I emerged from the private room.

Drew spotted me and, still fuming, complained, “Vincent is so damn cocky it makes me want to punch him.”

I gazed into the distance, my expression unreadable, but kept my voice level. “He’s earned the right to act that way.”

Drew grumbled, still heated, “But Zain, he’s actually putting his hands on your wife.”

I couldn’t have cared less, my voice flat. “Let him, if that’s what he wants.”

Drew wanted to say more, but I had already walked away. Clearly, I had zero interest in continuing the conversation.

Nicholas stepped up and gave Drew a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Zain knows exactly what he’s doing, man. Don’t let it get to you.

He never really cared about Blanche anyway. Maybe this is for the best.”

Drew frowned, his brows knitting together. “But Carry really likes her.”

Nicholas let out a soft sigh. “She’s still Carry’s mom, after all.”

Drew grumbled, his voice full of contempt, “She’s not fit to be a mom. As far as I’m concerned, Joanna is the only one who should be

Carry’s mother, and the only one who belongs by Zain’s side.”

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