The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 93

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Blanche’s POV 1

At that moment, I couldn’t stop myself from remembering all those nights when it was just me and Carry.

Children ran fevers constantly, and when I couldn’t reach Zain, I’d wind up hauling Carry to the emergency room alone.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d made that journey. Sometimes the weather was exactly like this. I’d get so soaked I couldn’t feel my

own body.

During those moments, I’d desperately hoped Zain would appear, stand beside me, and tell me, “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

But he was always swamped with work, and I could never get him on the phone.

So I taught myself to manage everything alone.

But just now, Zain had reached out and grabbed the umbrella I’d been awkwardly balancing under my chin, telling me he’d hold it for me.

It was something I’d dreamed about so many times, and now it was actually happening. But all I felt was this hollow pain in my chest.

I thought, ‘If only he’d done this earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have given up on him completely!

As we walked out into the downpour, Zain kept tilting the umbrella to keep me dry.

But I knew he wasn’t really doing it for me. He was doing it for Carry.

I thought, ‘Well, that’s okay. At least he still cares about Carry!

When we got to the car, I gently settled Carry in the back seat. As I bent over, Zain continued holding the umbrella above me, shielding

me from the rain.

After I shut the door, I slid into the driver’s seat.

Just before I closed the car door, I noticed Zain still standing there with the umbrella. I looked up at him and said, “Thanks.”

Zain’s expression darkened, but he stayed silent. Then, seeing my clothes were still wet, he pulled off his jacket and laid it across my lap.

“Don’t get sick,” he said.

I was startled. I grabbed the jacket to give it back, but Zain was already heading toward his own car, umbrella still in his grip.

I didn’t push it. Since the rain was still coming down, I just placed the jacket on the passenger seat.

As I drove away, I glanced at Carry in the rearview mirror. “What would you like for dinner?” I asked.

Carry perked up. “I want the blueberry pie from that shop by my kindergarten, and some hot yogurt.”

“Alright,” I replied.

Zain remained in his vehicle, watching as Blanche’s car pulled away, and kept his eyes on it until it vanished around the corner.

Blanche’s POV

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That afternoon, Heft the office in the late afternoon and got to the kindergarten right at pickup time.

The rain had been steady all day and showed no signs of stopping. When I reached the kindergarten entrance, Carry was already outside waiting, with Yesenia keeping her company.

The second Carry saw me, she started bouncing up and down, her tiny backpack jiggling. “Mom!” she yelled, waving frantically.

I smiled at her but didn’t move to go get her.

Carry began walking toward me, but I quickly held up my hand. “Carry, I’m here for Camila. Just wait a bit longer. Heidi will be here soon

to take you back to Blissfield Villa.”

Carry’s eyes immediately welled up with tears. “What about Dad?” she asked, her voice shaking.

I saw Carry’s eyes getting red and felt a sharp pang of guilt. I quickly looked away and told Carry, “Dad’s working late.”

Carry’s tears started falling as she asked, sounding wounded, “Can’t I come with Camila to Grandma’s house?”

I still wouldn’t look at her, making myself stay firm. “If you don’t want to go, I won’t make you.”

Carry gripped her backpack strap, looking worried. “But Mom, I…”

Right then, Camila shouted from behind Carry. “Aunt Blanche.”

Camila rushed up to the gate, her face brightening when she spotted me. She turned back to Yesenia, who was holding an umbrella, and

said, “Ms. Suzanne, this is my aunt. She’s picking me up today.”

Then Camila turned to the other children under their umbrellas. “Katherine, Donald, Celia, this is my aunt. She’s a pediatric surgeon.

She’s incredible. I really admire her.”

As Camila talked about me to Yesenia and her classmates, she stood tall, chin up, eyes sparkling with pride.

I couldn’t help but grin at Camila’s enthusiasm. But when I looked over at Carry, who was half–hidden behind Camila, I saw Carry

gripping her backpack strap, head down so low, shoulders shaking with quiet tears.

She was definitely crying.

My heart twisted into a knot. I wanted to call out to Carry, but the words got caught in my throat, and I forced myself to push them back

down.

Camila walked out of kindergarten and grabbed my hand without hesitation.

I snapped back to reality. I pulled a pink stuffed leopard from behind my back. “Here,” I said, offering it to Camila. “This is the toy you

wanted. I bought it for you.”

Camila’s face broke into a huge smile as she accepted the stuffed leopard.

She started jumping and squealing, “Thank you, Aunt Blanche. You’re amazing”

After thanking me, Camila pulled on my arm, asking me to lean down. Then she threw her arms around me, giving me a tight hug and

covering my face with kisses.

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Carry stood inside, watching it all happen, her hold on her backpack strap getting tighter without her realizing it. She glared at Camila

with burning eyes, full of rage.

Carry’s furious glare at Camila made me realize she was thinking something bitter, perhaps wondering why Camila got to hug and kiss me when I was her mom, why I had to come for Camila and not her.

Carry felt both heartbroken and furious, but with me ignoring her, it seemed like nobody cared how devastated she was.

I ran my fingers through Camila’s hair and smoothed it down. “Camila, go say goodbye to Ms. Suzanne,” I said.

Camila waved energetically at Yesenia. “Bye, Ms. Suzanne.”

Then I took Camila’s hand, and we walked out into the rain, each carrying our own umbrella.

Carry stood at the school entrance, watching helplessly as Camila and I prepared to leave.

She grabbed the iron gate and called out, “Mom.”

But the rain was pounding down, and Camila was chattering so loudly that Carry’s voice got completely lost. I didn’t hear her at all.

Heidi finally arrived, running behind schedule, and bumped into me just as I was about to go.

“Mrs. Jacob,” Heidi said in her usual polite tone.

Camila stopped talking and looked up at me.

“Heidi, thank you so much. Carry’s been waiting for you. When you get her home, make sure she takes a bath and goes to bed early, and

don’t let her stay on her phone too long,” I said.

I couldn’t help but run through every small detail with Heidi, just to make sure.

Heidi listened, looking like she wanted to interrupt a few times, but I just kept going, not letting her get a word in.

“Camila, let’s go home,” I bent down and said to her.

Camila nodded. “Okay.”

With that, I took Camila’s hand and walked straight to the car, not looking back once.

Soon, I drove away.

When Heidi went to collect Carry, she found Carry sobbing uncontrollably.

Even after they got in the car, Carry kept crying, holding her backpack like her life depended on it.

Heidi pulled Carry close, gently comforting her. “Miss Carry, Mr. Jacob is busy with work, and Mrs. Jacob has her own responsibilities

too. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Would you like me to make you some french fries when we get home?”

Carry just clung to Heidi, blocking everything else out.

She kept sobbing repeatedly, “Mom doesn’t want me anymore…”

Heidi felt completely helpless, unsure what else to do.

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Finally, when Carry was too exhausted to cry anymore, she looked up at Heidi and whispered, “Heidi, I miss Miss Joanna.”

Carry’s mournful expression suggested she wished Miss Joanna were there, believing she wouldn’t be left all alone.

Hearing Carry say that, Heidi couldn’t help but gently correct her, “Miss Carry, Mrs. Jacob is your mother. She’s the one who loves you

most.”

Carry shook her head, her voice thick with tears. “No, I don’t have such a mom. I don’t want a mom like her. Miss Joanna is the only mom

I need.”

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