Kelvin's voice came through the phone, cautious and low. "Eddy... do you think Blanche found out about you and Jeannette?"
"No way!" Eddy's reply was swift and unyielding.
"Right, of course not," Kelvin echoed, trying to reassure him. "If she'd found out, there's no way she'd keep quiet. She'd be packing her bags and filing for divorce, not acting like nothing happened."
The word "divorce" twisted something sharp in Eddy's chest.
He watched as Blanche got into the car. Abruptly, he hung up and strode after her, his long legs eating up the distance.
It was rare for her to leave for work without waiting for him.
But today, the car door shut right in his face. Blanche stared straight ahead, not sparing him a single glance.
All he could do was watch helplessly as the car sped away, leaving him alone in the driveway.
He went back inside. At the dining table, Blanche's place setting was untouched—her plate of pasta and glass of milk sat there, just as he'd left them.
"She didn't eat a bite?" Eddy asked, his voice tight.
"No, sir," the housekeeper replied. "She said she wasn't feeling well this morning. Must've lost her appetite."
Even when Blanche wasn't hungry, she'd usually eat at least a little of the breakfast he made. She'd always praise his cooking, peck him on the cheek, and tell him not to fuss.
Eddy's brow furrowed deeply. Kelvin's suspicions from the phone call replayed in his mind.
Blanche was a consultant for the Simmons Group's IT department. She'd occasionally offer advice to the manager, and when the company suffered a cyberattack or someone made a critical mistake, she'd quietly fix things behind the scenes. No one ever knew.
She'd spent two years "studying abroad"—at least, that's what everyone thought. In reality, she'd been specially recruited by the Director-General.
But she gave it all up for Eddy. She left the organization, walked away from her career, just to marry him.
Before she left, she'd promised the Director-General that she'd never reveal her true identity or her abilities to anyone.
To the outside world, Blanche was nothing more than a well-connected insider, someone people had to flatter but secretly looked down on.
When she handed in her resignation letter to the manager, he didn't dare object.
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