The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 81

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Blanche’s POVR

In the car, I turned to face Vincent, my expression serious.

He looked back at me, the passing streetlights casting shifting shadows across his face,

He repeated his demand. “Sleep with me

Unlike before, this time he was dead serious.

I could feel his resolve, but I had to try. “Vincent, you said it yourself–you always make an outrageous request first to get what you really

want

Vincent arched an eyebrow. “This time is different. I only want one thing, One night. After that, you can do whatever you want to me.

You can have my life, for all I care”

My face flushed crimson. I glared at him. “You’re a jerk. You’re shameless.

A roguish glint appeared in his eyes. “Babe, take all the time you need to think about it. I can wait:

I looked at him and fell silent.

Demetrius was missing, and Zain wouldn’t help. I had no one else to turn to.

Vincent had helped me before; I knew he was a man of his word.

But his price… I didn’t think I could pay it.

But then again, I thought, what good is this bit of fidelity I’m clinging to?

Not wanting to pressure me, Vincent opened his door to get out, giving me space to think.

But before he could step out, my voice stopped him.

“Vincent, I’ll do it”

Vincent turned back, surprise flashing in his eyes. “Really?”

I wouldn’t meet his gaze, just kept my head down. “Yes”

Suddenly impatient, Vincent got out. “I’ll drive”

As I moved to the passenger seat, my heart pounded with a mix of panic and dread.

I was so nervous, I couldn’t tell if I was making the right choice.

Zain and I were over, but we weren’t officially divorced.

If I went through with this, it would be adultery.

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But even so, Zain was the one who let me down first.

I was still wrestling with my thoughts when Vincent’s voice cut through. “We’re here.

I’d come this far. Backing out now would just be pathetic.

After we got out, Vincent took me by the wrist and led me confidently through the hotel lobby.

He knew his way around, like he’d been here many times.

I wasn’t surprised. For a man like him, women were probably disposable.

Inside the suite, Vincent loosened his tie and tossed his jacket onto the sofa.

“I’m going to take a shower. You still have time to change your mind,” he said.

I stood frozen near the door, his words making my skin crawl.

I wanted to run, but my legs felt like they were bolted to the floor.

Vincent saw my turmoil but didn’t say anything more before stepping into the bathroom.

Vincent stepped under the hot spray, thinking she’d probably make a break for it while he was in there.

But when he came out, fresh from his shower, Blanche was still standing in the living area.

Seeing her, Vincent frowned slightly. He was about to speak when Blanche cut him off. “I’m going to wash up.”

And with that, she disappeared into the bathroom.

Vincent lit a cigarette by the floor–to–ceiling window, a flicker of conflict in his own mind.

Soon enough, I came out of the bathroom.

I saw Vincent by the window, smoking, and kept quiet.

After drying my hair, I glanced at Vincent’s back and said, “I’m going to bed.”

With that, I slipped off my bathrobe and lay down on the bed, the white duvet settled over me, the subtle curves of my body outlined

beneath it.

Vincent suddenly choked on a drag of his cigarette, coughing hard.

In the reflection of the window, he could see I was settled in bed.

He crushed the half–smoked cigarette into an ashtray and turned towards the bed.

I heard his footsteps and squeezed my eyes shut.

Vincent stood over me. My long, dark hair fanned out across the white pillow. The duvet was pulled up to my shoulders, revealing my

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delicate collarbones.

His eyes drifted lower, to the rise and fall of my chest with each breath.

It was hard not to let his mind wander.

Vincent’s mouth went dry. He licked his lips and reached for the light switch.

He killed the main lights, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp.

He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over me. “Are you sure about this?”

I kept my eyes closed. “Yes.”

Vincent opened his mouth to say something else, but just then, the sound of a keycard swiping cut through the silence, and the door

swung open.

Vincent spun around. He could just make out a figure standing in the doorway. It looked like Zain.

I lifted my head slightly and saw him too.

A man stood there, his face a mess of shadows, his expression unreadable.

Vincent quickly pulled the duvet up, completely hiding me underneath.

Beneath it, I was frozen stiff.

I was still Zain’s wife, legally. We had a marriage certificate, a daughter.

The love was gone, but the connection remained.

What I was doing was a direct slap in the face to him.

Even if he doesn’t love me anymore, this has to make him angry, right? I thought.

After covering me, Vincent rested a casual hand on my waist and looked at the figure in the doorway with a lazy drawl. “Well, well, Mr.

Jacob. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

There was no fear in his voice, only pure provocation.

Zain stood backlit, his sharp gaze landing on a chair where Vincent’s jacket was draped over my jeans, shirt, and underwear.

Our clothes were all intertwined, the whole scene thick with a strange, unspoken intimacy.

Hiding under the duvet, my heart hammered against my ribs as I imagined Zain’s fury.

He could destroy my family in revenge. He could crush me, grind me into the dirt until there was nothing left.

He was Zain Jacob. Could a man that proud ever tolerate the humiliation of catching his own wife in bed with another man?

The air in the room grew thick and heavy. Zain remained silent.

The longer the silence stretched, the more wildly my heart beat, threatening to burst from my chest.

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Zain strode into the room, his piercing gaze fixed on the hand Vincent had on my waist.

In the dim light, his handsome face was taut with tension, but the explosion of anger I’d braced for never came.

Instead, he just growled my name. “Blanche. You have a moment.”

With that, Zain turned to leave.

But Vincent spoke up. “Is there something you can’t say in here, Mr. Jacob?”

Zain paused but didn’t answer him. His next words were for me. “You don’t have much time left.”

It was a command, not a request.

Even though he wasn’t yelling, I didn’t dare defy him.

If Zain snapped, he would destroy my entire family.

Zain walked out, pulling the door almost shut, but leaving a crack. Through it, I could see him waiting in the hall.

I didn’t waste a second. I scrambled out of bed, still wrapped in the duvet, and frantically pulled on my clothes.

Vincent watched me, a low chuckle in his throat. “That scared of him?”

I didn’t answer, but I knew the truth.

Zain Jacob did not tolerate betrayal.

He could overlook ambiguity, but this was different.

I had been naked in Vincent Aarav’s bed.

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