How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 166

On the security footage, Blanche gripped a golf club in her hand, her delicate face flushed with anger and heartbreak as she climbed the stairs of a sprawling mansion. As she reached the second floor, the feed jumped—to a pair of naked lovers, standing entwined at the window, backs turned to her, fingers interlaced in an embrace that left nothing to the imagination.

"That's Mr. Simmons and the bride!" someone gasped, recognizing the shameless couple on screen.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Simmons just caught them in the act! She watched her own husband and her sister—" a woman choked on her words, empathy clear in her voice. "Her heart must be shattered."

Eddy quickly covered Healy's eyes.

It was that day.

The day Blanche had shown up at the neighborhood coffee shop, saying she was there to help Ingrid put Jeannette in her place.

Now, watching Blanche's broken figure set down the golf club and leave the house in pieces, Eddy remembered the way she'd screamed at him for a divorce—her pain, despair, regret, and fear crashed down on him, making it hard to breathe. His whole body shook uncontrollably, suffocating under the weight of his own agony.

Blanche's devastated face replayed in his mind, again and again.

She'd told him, if he ever betrayed her, she would leave.

And she really had—without a word, she was gone.

Kelvin snapped out of it. "Turn off the video. Now."

As people in the room reached for their phones to start recording, he barked, "No filming! And absolutely no sharing today's footage!"

"Kill the livestream, immediately!"

The screen went black.

So his wife had known everything, all along.

She really was gone.

The reality was too much to bear. Eddy cried out, his voice raw with pain, "Find her! I don't care what it takes—find my wife!"

You can't leave me, not like this.

With his command, every bodyguard in the estate sprang into action.

"Mr. Simmons really did cheat on Mrs. Simmons!"

"Hey, that little girl—she looks just like Mr. Simmons and the Simmons' youngest son! Is she his illegitimate child?" someone blurted out, unable to resist the drama.

"Loraine kept trying to convince Mrs. Simmons to adopt that girl—Lara, right?" one of the parents at Healy's birthday party piped up, recalling the time Lara was expelled from preschool. "Imagine—asking Mrs. Simmons to adopt her husband's lovechild? Loraine has no shame."

"If Mrs. Simmons knew all this, her heart must be in pieces. If it were me, I'd do more than throw my husband out—I'd make sure they were ruined forever."

People began to speak up for Blanche. "Ingrid, weren't you supposed to be Mrs. Simmons' best friend? Instead, you're kicking her while she's down—some friend you are."

But Ingrid didn't care about the jeers. She only had eyes for Eddy. "Eddy, Blanche knows Lara is your daughter with Jeannette! She knew, and she still refused to adopt Lara. Worse, she let Jeannette bring Lara into the Anderson family—she did it to humiliate you!"

Eddy stared at Ingrid, stricken, his heart aching.

"Eddy, if you love someone, you accept everything about them. I love you. I can accept Lara, I can accept Healy. But Blanche—she never really loved you. Wake up." Ingrid's words were soft as she flung herself into his arms, clinging to him desperately.

Eddy shoved her away and faced the cameras. "I'll give everything I own to anyone who finds my wife."