How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 122

Blanche stumbled backward, her heel catching on the thick grass. She tumbled, bracing for pain—only to land in a pair of strong, warm arms.

She found herself staring into Eddy's wide, panic-stricken eyes. She'd never seen him look so terrified.

She was too exhausted to process it all; her mind seemed to shatter, reason slipping away.

Her night vision was poor; Eddy's figure all but melted into the darkness, his sharp, chiseled features blurring before her eyes. The usually impenetrable black of his gaze now looked stark, almost innocent.

For a moment, the composed, mature man before her seemed veiled, his presence softened, as if he'd reverted to his younger, reckless self—a version she hadn't seen in ten years. Back then, he wore his heart on his sleeve, unguarded and bold.

He had loved her, introduced her to his parents—Jacob and Loraine—and declared he would spend the rest of his life with no one but her. He'd kept that promise.

Back then, happiness had brimmed over in her heart.

Footsteps pounded chaotically behind her. Loraine rushed over, gathering Blanche into her arms, her voice trembling with fear. "Laney!"

Just before she lost consciousness, Blanche found a strange relief in knowing—this time, she wouldn't shed another tear for them.

They didn't deserve her sorrow anymore.

Her body rocked as someone moved her; she could hear Eddy shouting, his voice raw, calling for someone—maybe a doctor.

Panic jolted her awake. Instinctively, she clutched her stomach.

If a doctor came, they would find out she was still pregnant.

And Eddy—Eddy would take the baby away.

When she opened her eyes, she realized she was back in the old house, in the bedroom she and Eddy once shared.

Voices drifted in from the hallway.

"Mr. Simmons, your wife just miscarried. She needs plenty of rest and absolutely no stress." It was Sophie's voice, calm and professional.

Blanche finally exhaled, collapsing back onto the massive bed. Cold sweat prickled her skin, chilling her to the bone.

The door swung open. Eddy stepped in, pacing to the bedside. He sat down and took her hand. "Laney, it's not what you think."

He'd checked the security footage—Blanche had stood there for a long time. She must've overheard the entire conversation between him and his mother.

It had come to this—he was going to keep her prisoner.

But she was done lying to herself.

She drifted through the day in a daze. By the time she woke again, night had fallen.

After a shower, she changed out of her evening dress and noticed her Cartier bracelet was missing. So be it, she thought. Let it go.

She slipped into black loungewear and went downstairs.

The staff avoided her gaze, as if her composure was something unnatural.

She sat at the dining table. "I'd like—"

Her voice cracked, hoarse and raw, and she couldn't force out another word.

Loraine appeared almost instantly, her face perfectly composed. She touched Blanche's forehead. "You're running a bit of a fever. Must've caught a chill last night."