The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 95

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Blanche’s POV 1

When I got back to the hospital with the cereal I’d picked up, Carry was watching videos on Heidi’s phone, grinning like crazy.

Heidi spotted me first. “Miss Carry, Mrs. Jacob’s back.”

Carry quickly shut off the screen and sat up straight. “Mom.”

My pajamas were completely drenched, but I held the cereal close, worried it might get cold or spill everywhere.

I passed it to Heidi. “Could you help feed her?”

Heidi’s eyes went soft when she saw how soaked I was. Her voice cracked a little. “Mrs. Jacob, you should get into some dry clothes.”

I nodded without saying anything else.

Carry noticed my wet clothes and wanted to ask if I was alright, but then she remembered how I hadn’t even bothered to pick her up

from school earlier.

I had spare clothes in the car, so I headed back outside.

Once I reached the car though, exhaustion hit me like a wall. I couldn’t even bring myself to move.

I sank back into the seat and shut my eyes.

Desmond’s words kept playing in my head, and the fact that Zain hadn’t brought Carry to the hospital made everything crystal clear. He

probably wasn’t even in Oakwood.

If he wasn’t here, then where the hell was he?

The answer was painfully obvious. Wherever Joanna was, that’s where Zain would be.

But I needed proof, not just gut feelings.

I grabbed my phone and pulled up Vinshub’s video channel.

Of course there was a new post.

I clicked it and watched Zain walk down a hallway carrying flowers and fruit. His face wasn’t visible, but I knew that walk, that outfit.

The caption read: “Whenever I need you, you always show up, no matter where you are. I’m so grateful to have you in my life. Thank you.”

I let my phone fall onto the seat and covered my face with my hands.

What killed me wasn’t that Zain had gone to see Joanna. It was that even with Carry sick in the hospital, he was still choosing her.

My chest felt like it was being crushed.

But wallowing wouldn’t fix anything, so I forced myself to get up and change clothes.

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Right as I finished, my phone buzzed with a video call. Not WhatsApp – a direct call from Zain.

I hesitated, then answered.

Zain’s face filled the screen. “How’s Carry? Is she feeling better?

My voice came out flat. “The doctor ran tests and gave her medicine. She’s much better now.”

His worried expression relaxed, and he exhaled slowly. “Good to hear.”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve had a rough day,” Zain added.

I didn’t want to hear his empty concern. “Gotta go,” I cut him off.

He didn’t push. “Alright.”

As I moved to hang up, his voice came through again. “I’ll be back soon—”

I ended the call before he could finish.

I sat in the car a few more minutes, pulling myself together before going back inside.

When I returned to the room, Carry had finished her cereal.

She glanced at me briefly when I walked in but didn’t say anything.

Carry was feeling better physically, but every time she thought about earlier today, irritation flared up again.

So she kept her distance, refusing to acknowledge me.

I knew her too well. She was still pissed at me.

Fine. Let her stay mad. I had bigger problems to deal with.

After watching Carry for a while and confirming she was okay, I took her home to Blissfield Villa.

Once we got there, I helped her change into clean pajamas and tucked her into bed.

After Carry fell asleep, I finally showered and tried to unwind.

Since I was still worried about her, I crashed on the couch in her room.

Maybe it was from getting caught in the rain, but I had vivid dreams all night. Dreams about everything I’d sacrificed for Zain, about cutting ties with my family, about Carry calling me a terrible mother.

Half–awake, I thought I saw Zain hovering over me. His lips moved like he was speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words.

Then I watched him lean down, sliding one arm under my back, the other under my legs.

He lifted me up. Where he took me, I had no clue. It was impossible to tell if it was real or just another dream.

That night, I slept deeper than I had in weeks. When I woke up the next morning, my whole body ached and felt numb, completely

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drained.

As awareness crept back, I realized I wasn’t in Carry’s room anymore. I was in the master bedroom – mine and Zain’s.

And what really threw me was that Zain was right there beside me, sleeping peacefully.

Somehow, I’d ended up sprawled all over him.

I was completely disoriented. Had Zain actually carried me last night? Was that real and not just a dream?

But whatever happened before, the fact that I was currently wrapped around him was definitely real.

I tried to carefully untangle my arms and legs, moving as quietly as possible, but Zain’s eyes opened anyway.

The second I saw him awake, I froze, totally caught off guard.

He turned his head and studied me for a long moment before asking, “You’re awake?”

I carefully pulled away, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. “Yeah.”

I could see something shift in Zain’s expression when I pulled back, like I’d struck a nerve. His face tightened, and I caught a flicker of

what looked like disappointment or frustration in his eyes. I could tell he was remembering how things used to be between us – how I’d

always seek him out, curl up against him whenever he was around. But now, instead of getting closer, I was doing everything I could to

stay away.

Instead of backing off, Zain grabbed my arm firmly and pulled me straight into his embrace.

I was too weak to fight him off. He gathered me right up against him.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against mine.

After a few seconds, he pulled back. “You’re still running a fever. Don’t go to the hospital today.”

I shifted away from him again. I couldn’t stand the mix of cigarette smoke and perfume that definitely wasn’t his.

“I can handle myself,” I said firmly. “I’m working at the hospital. If something happens, there are people there to help me.”

I shot down his suggestion without hesitation.

Zain’s expression darkened at my words. He turned to stare at me without saying anything.

I could practically feel his irritation radiating off him, but I avoided his gaze. Instead, I said, “You can take Carry to school later.”

After a long pause, he finally answered, “Okay.”

I couldn’t get up on my own, so I said, “Go wake her up.”

“Alright.”

After getting up, Zain sat on the edge of the bed and kept watching me.

Feeling uncomfortable under his stare, I finally asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zain reached out and slipped his hand under my shirt.

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I immediately grabbed my clothes tight around myself, glaring at him. “Zain, what are you doing?”

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