How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 128

Blanche collapsed at the cliff's edge. Someone spotted her and shouted desperately into the abyss.

"Mr. Simmons! We found Mrs. Simmons!"

"She's not at the bottom!"

Yet the rope still plunged downward, unspooling faster and faster.

Panic seized everyone.

Blanche lunged forward, clutching at the rope. The rough fibers tore a bloody gash across her palm as it slid through her grip.

Her throat burning, she screamed into the darkness below, "Eddy! I'm not down there—come back! Please!"

Her voice echoed through the ravine, clear and sharp in the night air. Everyone on the clifftop heard her.

Still, the rope slipped away from her hand, unhindered.

The bodyguards rushed forward, grabbing hold. But the rope only jerked, then plunged even faster.

"The rope is being controlled by Mr. Simmons," one of the guards said, helping Blanche to her feet. His voice was heavy with grief. "Ma'am, I'm afraid he's already…"

Blanche broke down, tears streaming. She clung to the guard, then to the waiting rescue team, her voice raw with desperation. "No… He can't… He can't be gone…"

The frantic voices of the guards and rescue experts swirled around her. Overhead, the search helicopter circled, its blinding spotlight stabbing down at her. Blinking through tears, Blanche sat trembling at the cliff's edge, Eddy's face—his smile, the warmth in his eyes—flooding her mind.

She'd only ever wanted to leave him; she never wanted him dead.

He had been her salvation, the one who pulled her out of darkness.

After her mother's death, he had become her whole world.

Blanche pressed a trembling hand over her aching heart.

She had loved him with everything she had.

The grief pressed down so hard she could barely breathe. It felt like something vital was draining away from her, something she couldn't hold onto no matter how hard she tried. Forcing herself upright, her voice hoarse, she spoke to the dazed rescue captain, "We can't wait for sunrise and the fog to lift. Send the team down now, with oxygen tanks if you have to."

As soon as the words left her lips, her vision went black. Strength deserted her, and she toppled, weightless, toward the ground.

Shouts burst around her as she fell into a pair of cold, strong arms. In her mind's eye, Eddy's face appeared—troubled, worried, and brimming with love, gazing back at her.

A shrill beep sounded in her ear.

For a moment, a shaft of light broke through the darkness above her.

She thought she heard her mother's voice calling.

Her mother had held on until Blanche's eighteenth birthday, throwing her a lavish coming-of-age party—her engagement party, too—entrusting her to Eddy's care.

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