How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 2

Healy looked at Jeannette with eager anticipation. "Miss Jean, didn't you say that place was amazing? The one everyone's raving about online? You have to wait in line for three hours just to get a table, right?"

"If you're going to keep me company, how could you possibly leave for three hours? Let my mom go get it instead."

"How can you ask Blanche to do that?" Jeannette replied, feigning concern.

"My mom loves doing things for me. If I don't let her, she actually gets upset," Healy said, pride lacing his voice, as if he knew exactly how to get his way.

Blanche's heart twisted painfully at her son's words, a chill creeping into her eyes.

Just then, the preschool teacher walked over, clipboard in hand. "Three-legged race time! Each child, please pick one parent to play with you," she announced.

Desperate to be with her son, Blanche stepped forward. "Healy, let Mommy play with you."

"No need," Healy replied, grabbing the rope without even glancing at her. He focused intently on tying his leg together with Jeannette's. "Miss Jean's a much better fit for this game."

Blanche's voice cracked with hurt. "Healy, I'm your mother!"

She reached out to take his hand, but Healy yanked his arm away, his voice sharp and shrill. "Mom, you're so annoying! Can't you just let someone else be the mom for once?"

Blanche felt as if her heart had been stabbed. "What did you just say?"

She'd nearly died giving birth to him. She'd raised him with her own hands, devoted every day to his care. And yet, after just three months with Jeannette, he was completely besotted.

Jeannette smirked, her tone taunting, "Blanche, aren't you always saying you'd do anything for Healy? Besides, who wouldn't want a gymnast for a mom? I mean, I'm younger, fitter, and definitely prettier."

"Miss Jean's on my team—we're sure to win!" Healy declared.

He and Jeannette high-fived, their palms smacking together triumphantly.

Jeannette shot Blanche a challenging look as she took Healy's hand.

Blanche shook with anger from head to toe.

"How dare you speak to my wife that way?" Eddy's cold, furious voice cut through the tension. He strode to Blanche's side, slipping an arm around her waist. "You're just Healy's tutor. If I ever catch you disrespecting my wife again, you'll be out of the Simmons family immediately!"

"Apologize to my wife. Now."

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