How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 9

The noise in the private lounge died in an instant.

Every head turned to Blanche, terror crawling across their faces in a single frozen moment.

Eddy grabbed Jeannette by the wrist and shoved her to the floor.

"Begging won't help you," he said coldly. "No one can change what Mrs. Lancaster has decided. Besides, you've been a bad influence on Healy and hurt Blanche's feelings. I'm already showing mercy by not punishing you more."

His voice was icy and final.

Jeannette landed awkwardly, pain shooting through her hands and knees. She winced, glaring up at Blanche with resentment blazing in her eyes.

"That's right, you were a bad influence on Healy and upset Blanche. Eddy's already being lenient with you," someone chimed in.

The room exhaled in collective relief, then a chorus of voices rushed to defend Blanche. "How dare you corrupt Healy and break Blanche's heart? That's way out of line."

"Don't be sad, Blanche."

"Eddy loves you too much to ever let anyone hurt you."

Kelvin, more direct than the rest, yanked Jeannette up by the arm. "Blanche, I'll get her out of here right now!"

One moment Jeannette was the center of attention, the next she was thrown down and kicked while she was down.

She struggled violently, refusing to cooperate.

Blanche watched the whole scene unfold, their hypocrisy making her feel sick. She finally spoke, cutting through the noise. "Jeannette, when you were clinging to Eddy just now, was it really just to beg for mercy?"

Every angry gaze zeroed in on Jeannette, pinning her down as if to warn her: Don't you dare upset Blanche.

Jeannette's face went pale, then flushed green with rage. She clenched her jaw, glaring daggers at Blanche.

Of course not! She thought furiously. She'd been with Blanche's man, for God's sake—what a fool!

But with Eddy standing right there, how could she possibly blow their secret wide open?

Eddy glanced at Kelvin, who abruptly shoved Jeannette again. "Well? Apologize to Blanche!"

"Yes—apologize!" The others jeered.

Forced to her knees in front of Blanche, Jeannette's knees hit the floor hard. Tears welled and spilled down her cheeks, making her look all the more pitiful—yet not a single person offered her any sympathy.

Worse still, under their unforgiving stares, she had no choice but to choke out each word, one by one: "I'm. Sorry."

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