"I never intended to expose your little charade, but you crossed the line when you hurt Laney."
Eddy's voice was flat and cold, utterly devoid of emotion.
"You've always known how I felt. You just sat back and watched me make a fool of myself." Ingrid's heart shattered in that instant. "Eddy, you don't have a heart."
"Don't wake Laney. You should go."
But even as Eddy dismissed her so coolly, Ingrid couldn't let it go. "If, back then, my family hadn't refused Loraine, would we have had a future? Is that it?"
"No." Eddy's tone was like ice. "After Laney came into my life, I couldn't see anyone else. I would never have married you."
"Not even if my family had been willing to rescue Simmons Industries with every last cent we had?"
"Yes." His answer was absolute. "Even if Simmons Industries had gone under, Laney would still be my only choice."
"But you betrayed her!"
Ingrid spat the words, her voice full of venom. "I hope she never forgives you. I hope you spend the rest of your life drowning in regret."
The door slammed so hard it sounded like thunder.
Blanche leaned against the door, listening as Eddy spoke softly to himself on the other side.
"She'll never know… all I want is for her to be happy, with me."
The words struck her like a blow, and tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.
—
The next morning, after Eddy left for work, Blanche headed to the Ivycrest Research Institute.
"Mrs. Simmons, you—"
"Felipa, just call me Blanche, please. Or even just Blanche. There's no need for 'Mrs. Simmons' anymore."
She was her own person, not anyone's appendage.
"Alright, Blanche." Felipa grinned, and soon they were deep in conversation about cybersecurity, computer viruses, and the latest antivirus software.
Blanche found herself fully engaged with Felipa, the technical talk a welcome distraction.
Meanwhile, Eddy had made his way to the IT department.
His sudden appearance sent a ripple of anxiety through the team—when the CEO showed up in person, it was never for something trivial.
The manager quickly summoned their top programmer.
"I want a record of everywhere my car has parked. Can you connect a phone to the car's computer and pull that data in two minutes?" Eddy remembered how effortlessly Blanche had handled similar tasks before, then corrected himself, "No—can you do it in one minute?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Simmons. That's a basic operation," the programmer replied.
"With my wife's skills, would she be able to do this too?" Blanche's résumé after returning home had listed web design—essentially a specialty in making things look good on a computer.
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