How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 13

"Jeannette has a daughter?"

Blanche stood up from the massage chair, her curiosity piqued.

Seeing Blanche's interest, Lauren leaned over the coffee table, carefully piecing the torn photograph back together. She spoke in a low voice, "I was packing up Jeannette's things today and found a photo album. It's full of pictures of this little girl growing up."

"The girl's hair is so short, I almost thought she was a little boy at first." Lauren gave an awkward, sheepish laugh, which only made the pallor on Blanche's face stand out even more.

Blanche placed her hand gently over Lauren's. "Bring me that album."

Just then, Eddy's voice came from outside the bedroom door. "Honey, what are you looking for?"

Blanche slowly turned to face him.

Bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, Eddy's silk loungewear softened the edges of his usually stern features, making him seem more approachable. Earlier, he had told the housekeeper—right in front of her—to throw his business suit straight into the trash.

Even so, Blanche had no desire to exchange words with him. "Nothing important," she replied flatly.

She swept the scattered photos off the table, preparing to go downstairs to find the album herself.

Before she could leave, Eddy produced a photo album from behind his back and offered it to her. "Is this the one you wanted?"

He began flipping through the album, giving Lauren a look. Lauren immediately gathered the photo fragments and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

Eddy held the album open, showing Blanche picture after picture of the same child growing up. "The head of the orphanage recommended we consider adopting her," he explained. "The album just arrived a few days ago."

"Don't you think she looks a bit like our Healy?" Eddy's eyes crinkled into a gentle smile, a rare warmth softening his usual demeanor. "Healy just told me she made a new friend—it's this little girl."

"The kids from the orphanage visited KT Park the other day, too."

Blanche took the album from him, her heart unexpectedly softening.

Jeannette herself was slender, with no sign she'd ever had a child. Besides, Jeannette's messages had never once mentioned a daughter.

I was just being paranoid, Blanche thought to herself.

And this orphanage had belonged to her mother before she passed away. The director would never deceive her. The place was now managed by a charitable foundation, and Eddy knew nothing about the details.

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