How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 36

Everyone's attention was glued to the scandalous photos, while Vincent let out a wild, manic laugh.

Only Blanche, amid the swirl of risqué images, managed to catch glimpses of Eddy's face between the flashes.

Eddy showed no trace of panic or regret, none of the guilt of a man caught in an affair. His dark eyes were fathomless, a flash of ruthless determination passing through them. In a heartbeat, he lunged, grabbing Vincent's arm and forcing the knife away from Blanche's throat. Before Vincent could react, Eddy kicked him several feet across the room, then caught Blanche as she collapsed, steadying her in his arms.

Vincent landed hard among twisted scrap metal. Security guards swarmed him instantly, pinning him to the ground.

Still, Vincent thrashed wildly, his cheeks hollow with rage, shouting like a madman, "Hedwig, look! This is your precious big brother."

"He's been hiding his filth longer than anyone else in the Novandria Circle. Everyone knows the kind of disgraceful things he's done."

Hedwig stared in shock at the scattered, obscene photos, her gaze darting from Eddy to Blanche and back again.

How could her brother betray his wife? He adored Blanche—he would have given his life for her.

But there was no denying it: the man in those photos was unmistakably her brother.

Blanche felt faint, her head spinning, and slumped weakly into Eddy's embrace. The knife slipped from Eddy's palm, blood spilling over his hand in a crimson rush, staining his skin almost instantly.

Blanche's eyes fell on Eddy's bleeding hand, and long-buried memories surged to the surface.

He had once risked his life to save her—she'd fallen for him because of that.

But now, his heroics didn't move her heart, not even a fraction.

Just twenty-four days left.

Twenty-four days, and she could finally leave him.

"My love, you scared me to death," Eddy whispered, pressing a kiss to Blanche's forehead, then soothing her with gentle kisses to her brow and eyes. His relief at having her safe was overwhelming. Ignoring his injured hand, he scooped her up and strode toward the exit. "I'm taking you to the hospital. Now."

On his way out, Eddy shot the security detail a frosty command. "Call the police. Have him taken in."

Hedwig snapped out of her daze just in time to see the guards silencing Vincent with a strip of tape and dragging him away.

She slowly crouched down, her hands trembling as she gathered up the scattered photos.

The brother she'd idolized since childhood—a cheater.

And her sister-in-law didn't seem to care at all.

Loraine's words echoed in her mind: What matters most for a woman is securing the family's power, status, wealth—paving the way for her children, preserving the family's legacy.

Had Blanche been taught the same thing?

Was that why Blanche turned a blind eye to her brother's infidelity, but felt entitled to judge Hedwig's own marriage?

She'd always believed Blanche truly cared for her.

With Blanche's support, she'd dared to go against her own mother and file for divorce from Vincent.

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