How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 230

Blanche was battered, exhausted, and had spent the entire day on the run. Every muscle ached, her eyelids felt too heavy to lift. But when he touched her, the scent of cedar and lingering smoke filled her senses, and her stomach lurched violently.

She forced her bloodshot eyes open, only to find Eddy’s face drawing closer and closer. In an instant, clarity snapped back. Realizing what he was about to do, she shoved him away with all the strength she could muster, thrashing wildly. “Let me go, Eddy!”

But she knew all too well the brute strength—and the stubbornness—of the man before her.

Desperation flared. Blanche kicked him hard where it hurt most. As he doubled over in pain, she seized the chance to wriggle out of his arms and tumble to the floor.

She scrambled to her feet, but Eddy was already there, arms wrapping around her again. “Darling, you’re trying to kill your own husband.”

Every time he touched her, a wave of nausea crashed over her, making her want to retch.

“Stay away from me. I never want to see you again.” Blanche turned her head, pressing her hand over her mouth, desperate not to see him, not to breathe in his scent.

“Sweetheart…” Eddy’s voice trembled with worry. “Are you sick? Let me take you to a doctor.”

She shot him an icy glare, her words sharp as glass. “You make me sick!”

Eddy flinched as if struck. “Is it… is it the smoke?”

He seemed genuinely baffled. “Darling, I swear, I’ll never smoke again.”

Blanche almost laughed at the absurdity. “It’s you. You’re what makes me sick!”

“Eddy—”

“We’re divorced. Stop chasing after me.”

He looked at her, pleading. “Please… Healy’s here. He really misses you. Won’t you come see him, just for a minute?”

The name—Healy Simmons—unleashed a torrent of memories. Her first instinct was relief: Thank God her mother had survived. As for Healy, all she owed him now was a mother’s duty—nothing more.

She couldn’t stand the way Eddy gazed at her, all wounded devotion. It was unbearable. “Don’t call me your wife.”

“If you ever barge into my room again, I won’t let you off so easily!”

Eddy took a step forward, and Blanche, clutching her mouth, doubled over, retching. Tears spilled from her eyes.

He froze, afraid to push her any further. “Darling…”

The word was like a slap. She shot him a look of pure contempt.

Eddy’s pride was legendary, but with her, he always caved. And right now, he knew he couldn’t force her to leave.

He tossed two sheets of paper onto the bed, opened the door, and walked out.

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