The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 65

65 Chapter 65 They Belonged To Another

65 Chapter 65 They Belonged To Another

Blanche’s POV 1

I gazed down at Carry, catching the complex emotions flickering in her eyes, but decided to ignore them. “That’s right, you’re not well,

so I’m here to keep you company,” I said gently.

Carry’s expression crumpled. “Mom, did Dad mention I wasn’t feeling good?”

I retrieved Carry’s sleepwear from her wardrobe before responding, “He did.”

Hearing that her father had informed me about her condition, Carry remained silent.

After a pause, Carry suddenly perked up as if remembering something urgent and turned to me. “Mom, hold on. I need to grab some milk

from downstairs and I’ll be right back.”

Carry always drank milk before bedtime, though usually I brought it up to her.

Even in my absence, Heidi would deliver it to Carry’s bedroom, making her trip downstairs completely unnecessary. I could easily figure

out her real intentions.

Once Carry departed, I settled onto the couch, clutching her nightclothes without any particular purpose. My evening gown restricted

my movement, prompting me to return to my wardrobe for suitable sleepwear.

After rummaging through my things, I discovered an ancient nightgown from Carry’s early years. Originally pale yellow, it had weathered

to an off–white shade through countless washes.

If this belonged to Joanna, such a worn garment would never survive in her closet.

But I remained myself. Nobody ever bothered with such trivial details regarding my belongings.

I peeled off the gown and slipped into the nightgown I hadn’t touched in years. I folded the evening dress carefully and tucked it into a

carrier bag.

Vincent had provided that dress, and I intended to return it when the opportunity arose.

Carry hadn’t returned, so I decided to freshen up first. I took a brief shower, completing it quickly. Stepping out, I found Carry still

hadn’t come back.

Anxiety crept in, and I exited the room to search for her,

As I prepared to descend the stairs, I spotted Carry and Joanna together in the main room.

Right then, Carry was nestled against Joanna’s lap, gripping her arm while coaxing sweetly, “Joanna, please don’t stay upset, okay? I had

no idea Mom would show up tonight. Next time, I’ll definitely stay with you, I swear.”

Joanna sulked, turning away without a word.

Seeing Joanna’s cold shoulder, Carry pressed closer, brushing her cheek against Joanna’s, her voice begging, “Joanna, please talk to me?

Just smile once. Look at me,” Carry pleaded, making ridiculous expressions, trying every trick to coax a laugh from Joanna.

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I observed from the upper level, my chest heavy with bitterness.

During Carry’s early speaking days, I had devoted endless hours with her, ensuring I always acknowledged her words, never wanting her

to feel dismissed. Now, all that devotion felt like a twisted mockery.

For Joanna’s approval, Carry would likely sacrifice anything. This realization brought tears to my eyes.

I couldn’t endure watching anymore. I turned and headed straight to Zain’s bedroom, parched and simply needing water.

After quenching my thirst and returning to Carry’s room, Carry emerged simultaneously. Spotting me, she appeared sheepish and

whispered, “Mom?”

I studied my daughter, now appearing so mature, and recalled how submissive she’d been with Joanna. My chest tightened. But I felt

helpless–both my daughter and husband preferred Joanna.

“Mom, where were you just now?” Carry approached and tucked her small fingers into my palm.

I refocused my attention. I recognized Carry was probing, checking whether I had witnessed their downstairs exchange.

Things have changed from before, I reminded myself. If Carry prefers I remain ignorant, then I’ll simply pretend I know nothing.

“I just visited my room for sleepwear and showered,” I answered, monitoring Carry’s response closely. As Carry’s tension eased, my heart

ached deeper.

Carry clasped my hand, and we walked back to the bedroom together. “Mom, I finished my milk. Let’s get ready for bed,” Carry

announced.

I quietly withdrew my hand and responded softly, “Alright.”

I watched Carry notice me pulling away, her gaze lingering on her empty palm, and I imagined she felt a peculiar hollow feeling.

I entered the bathroom and started the shower. Even after the warm water began flowing, I didn’t summon Carry. Exhaustion

overwhelmed me, and I lacked the energy to call out anymore.

To my amazement, Carry dutifully entered the bathroom with her pajamas. I efficiently finished bathing Carry.

After tucking my daughter into bed, I said, “Time for sleep.” The moment I spoke, I seemed ready to depart.

But Carry quickly interrupted, “Mom, will you stay in my bed tonight?” I knew that despite Carry’s comfort with Joanna’s presence, she would genuinely appreciate having me tonight.

I declined immediately. “No, I’ll use the sofa tonight.” The bedding reeked of Joanna’s fragrance, and I couldn’t tolerate that smell.

It wasn’t only Carry–Zain carried that identical scent. My husband and daughter, once mine, now belonged to another. If they both favored Joanna so intensely, I saw no reason to continue caring.

I saw Carry, now in an unusually cheerful mood after successfully appeasing Joanna. She had even seemed excited about having me sleep beside her tonight, but to her surprise, I had refused.

With Carry gaping at me in disbelief, I walked directly to the couch and stretched out. I didn’t even verify if Carry had settled in bed–I simply switched off the lights.

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The nightstand lamp remained illuminated, and although the glow was soft, it provided enough visibility for the entire room.

Carry, annoyed, could only surrender and lie down.

I knew children became upset rapidly and recovered just as quickly, especially since I felt I never truly held much significance for Carry.

She probably believed that after tonight, Joanna would treat her kindly again tomorrow.

Once she settled down, Carry fell asleep almost instantly.

But sleep cluded me completely. The more I dwelled on Carry’s behavior, the more dejected I became. I ended up sitting upright on the

couch.

Suddenly, I craved alcohol.

Even when Zain treated me like I was invisible, I never considered drinking–because at least Carry was there with me. But now, I

genuinely had nobody.

I grabbed a jacket and stepped out of the room. Passing Zain’s office, I noticed the door was partially open with lights still glowing inside.

I intended to check if Zain was still working, but when I glanced inside, I witnessed Joanna sitting on Zain’s lap, her thin arms wrapped

around his neck, head tilted down–they appeared to be kissing.

After that single glimpse, I jerked my gaze away and rushed downstairs, struggling to breathe. I understood perfectly that Zain and Joanna had already violated their boundaries, but witnessing it firsthand delivered an entirely different agony.

The image of them kissing seared into my mind, tormenting me regardless of my efforts to dismiss it.

I headed to the kitchen, filled a glass with red wine, and positioned myself by the window, swirling the liquid. As I reflected on my

marriage with Zain, I couldn’t help but find it both absurd and pitiful.

With a breaking heart, I tilted my head back and drained the entire glass in one gulp.

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