How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 95

Eddy pushed open the hospital room door and stopped short at the scene inside.

He strode forward and gathered the heartbroken Blanche into his arms, murmuring softly in her ear, "Honey, thank God you're alright."

When he spoke of the child, his voice caught. "We still have Healy," he managed, tears thickening his words.

But Blanche, shivering with revulsion at his touch, froze at the mention of Healy's name. A chill crept up her spine. She pushed Eddy away without a word and lay back down, staring at the ceiling.

"Mr. Simmons, your wife is very weak. She needs rest," Sophie explained gently on Blanche's behalf.

"Please step outside for now," Eddy told her.

Sophie gave Blanche a sympathetic glance, then quietly left, closing the door behind her.

Eddy tucked the blanket carefully around Blanche and took her cold, papery hand in his. "Honey, don't pay any mind to what Healy said just now. I've already dealt with the person who put those ideas in his head."

"It was some crazy woman who's always hanging around Lara."

"People like that—any child raised by her—the Simmons family won't take in."

"Jeannette won't be showing up in your life again, either."

He had made up his mind: no more seeing Jeannette, no more seeing Lara. He was cutting all ties. Anyone who hurt his wife would pay.

Blanche pulled her hand from his grasp, her eyes empty and dull as she stared at him.

She didn't believe a single word.

"Honey, Healy wants to see you." Eddy faltered under her gaze, guilt prickling at him. He told himself the trauma of losing the baby had simply hit Blanche too hard, but with time, surely she would heal.

Just then, Healy pushed the door open and hurried to the bedside, dropping to his knees. Tears streamed down his small face. "Mom, I'm sorry."

"I know I was wrong," he sobbed, his voice trembling with guilt. "Falling down hurt so much, and I don't want you to ever fall, Mom."

The raw, childish sorrow in his voice tightened something in Blanche's chest. Tears stung her eyes as she reached out to brush her hand over the side of Healy's face. "I forgive you," she whispered.

"Mom!" Healy buried his face in her arms and wept, his little shoulders shaking.

But Blanche's heart had gone numb. She felt like she was suffocating, unable to breathe.

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