How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 115

It was only then that Blanche realized she'd been clutching his thigh the whole time. She let go at once, her cheeks burning with shame.

She wanted to apologize, but the sound of the couple outside—soft laughter, whispered words exchanged in the dimly lit hallway—made her heart twist with pain. The gentle, lingering cadence of their voices seeped through the door, and the ache inside her grew unbearable. Blanche clapped a hand over her mouth, terrified she might start sobbing out loud.

Jeannette's voice floated in, sweet and pleading. "Tonight… will you come to me instead of Kelvin? Please?"

"I always dreamed of marrying someone who loved me, someone who'd never leave my side. Even as a child, I wished for a simple, happy wedding with the man I loved. But then I met you, and I fell for you, and I knew I'd never get that kind of easy happiness. Still, on the day I got engaged, on my wedding day—I want it to be you I'm with. Can you give me that, just this once?" Jeannette's words trembled with longing, her vulnerability impossible to ignore.

"Aren't you afraid, after your miscarriage?" Eddy's voice was thick with desire—Blanche could hear it, clear as day.

"I am… so be gentle, Eddy." Jeannette's words curled around him, teasing and coaxing.

Eddy's pleased murmur sent Blanche's nerves taut as piano wires.

She couldn't take it anymore. Her hand landed on the doorknob. "Don't go out there," she whispered, her voice barely steady. "Please, don't."

As she twisted the knob, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back. Blanche stumbled, falling against Fernando's chest; suddenly they stood face to face, locked in an embrace.

Fernando held her tightly, his breath warm in her ear. "Laney, just ten more days and you'll finally be free of him. He's not worth this pain, not anymore."

Blanche lifted her tear-streaked face to him, her eyes shining with raw vulnerability. Fernando had spent six years yearning for this woman, and now here she was, fragile and heartbreakingly beautiful in his arms. His love for her surged so fiercely that he could hardly contain it.

He reached up, brushing away the tears on her cheek, his touch gentle and full of longing. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, lifting her chin until she looked up at him. He tried to keep his feelings in check, but when he heard her quiet sobs, his self-control finally snapped.

His face inched closer to hers. When his lips brushed over the faint strawberry mark on her jaw, the softness of her skin sent a jolt through him, his desire burning hotter than ever.

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