How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 216

The bedroom door swung open, and as Eddy stepped out, the entire Lopez Mansion blazed back to life, every light restored. The chaos that had gripped the estate lasted only a few minutes before order was reestablished.

Above, the departing helicopter circled back, its blades slicing through the night. Plainclothes officers and Lopez family security patrolled in tight, methodical patterns, sealing off the building where Ablett was holed up—nothing and no one could slip through.

The butler assigned to Eddy hurried over, offering a quick explanation. “Mr. Simmons, I’m terribly sorry. A rat managed to chew through the main power line. But our backup generator’s already running. Please forgive the disruption and any inconvenience we’ve caused.”

Eddy’s expression darkened. Sensing his displeasure and seeing that there were no further instructions, the butler bowed and slipped away.

Eddy looked across the courtyard. Darkness shrouded the opposite building, swallowing Ablett and Blanche from view. He couldn’t see even a flicker of movement. The realization hit him, cold and absolute: here, he stood no chance of taking his wife back.

The pain threatened to tear him apart.

A soft voice broke through the gloom. “Mr. Simmons, maybe I can help.” Wendy, Ablett’s secretary, stepped into the light, her gaze steady and unreadable.

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Blanche sat on the edge of a grand, antique bed, her back pressed against the carved headboard. She was shivering, her breathing ragged and urgent, the sound unnaturally loud in the dim, silent room.

Ablett noticed immediately. He moved to her side, his long fingers gently brushing aside the damp hair clinging to her forehead. His touch lingered as he checked her temperature, calm and unhurried. “You’ve got a fever. Must’ve caught a chill after falling into the river yesterday.”

He tore open a cold compress and pressed it to her burning forehead. The sudden chill made Blanche shudder, and she instinctively tried to slide down the bed, restless and uncomfortable.

Ablett caught her, his hands firm under her arms, steadying her before she could slip away.

Through the haze, Blanche looked up at him. Her head was spinning, but she forced herself to speak. “Back in the woods earlier—I saw him.”

There was guilt woven through her voice.

Ablett’s tone was patient. “Too many people around? Couldn’t tell me?”

She nodded weakly, then hesitated, her worry growing. “I never thought he’d make it into the Lopez family estate.”

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