Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Anna’s POV:

I couldn’t stop crying. Tears kept streaming down my face no matter how hard I tried to control them. Blake watched me, his expression shifting from cold to something that almost looked like concern.

He reached out, gently running his palm over the top of my head. “I’m sorry you’re hurting, he said, his voice softer than I’d heard it in months.

Blake extinguished his cigarette and leaned down, placing hurried kisses across my tear–streaked face. I felt his hands. trembling slightly as he embraced me, his emotions clearly overwhelming him.

“Can we not get divorced?” he asked, his voice filled with desperation.

I could feel him clinging me like a drowning man to a life raft. His familiar scent surrounded me, making my head spin. My face was wet with a mixture of tears and the traces of his kisses, and my body felt hot and cold at the same time.

I wanted so badly to hug him back, to melt into his arms like Ised to. But I forced myself to remain cold, detached.

“It was Claire who locked me up,” I said quietly,

Blake immediately stiffened. He straightened up and stared at me, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you just say?

I didn’t bother repeating myself. He’d heard me perfectly well; he just didn’t want to believe it. The pain in my chest was almost unbearable as I pushed him away.

“We’re getting divorced,” I said firmly-

“Anna! I saw her go to bed last night!” Blake protested, his eyes fixed on mine. “Why do you always have to drag Claire Into this?”

His voice grew louder, his composure cracking. “Have I not been good to you? How many times do I have to tell you, she’s only my sister!”

‘Claire has always been the unbridgeable gap between us,” I thought bitterly. “He sees everything except what’s right in

front of him.”

I clenched my lists tightly, wishing I could give him a reasonable explanation that he would accept. But I knew it was pointless. He would never believe anything negative about Claire.

“Do we even have feelings for each other?” I asked, feigning confusion.

“Fine, fine, fine. No feelings at all. Then I fucking- Blake started, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t swear at me! I cut him off, my voice shaking, “Blake, can you not have a child with Scarlett?”

His face froze.

“Blake, can you keep your distance from Claire for me?”

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His law tightened.

“Blake, can you even say once that you love me?”

My foice broke on the last question. “You can’t even do that, you’re talking to me about feelings!”

Blake tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes as he visibly struggled to regain control. When he looked at me again, his face had returned to that familiar mask of calm detachment as if his emotional outburst had never happened.

“Anna, do we really have to be so passionately in love?” he asked coolly. “We live together, eat together, sleep together- doesn’t that count as having feelings?”

He sighed, his expression resigned. “I’m sorry, but I’ll never have the kind of feelings you’re talking about.”

Blake glanced at his watch. “Get some rest. I have a meeting to attend.”

Before I could protest, he scpaped me up and placed me on the bed, pulling the covers over me with practiced ease. His hand brushed my head gently, the gesture so familiar it made my heart ache.

Then he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Sometimes, I realized, people need a fight. A real, honest confrontation is better than maintaining a façade of peace while everything crumbles beneath the surface.

William’s words echoed in my mind: Blake just didn’t want a dorce. He didn’t want a broken home.

The truth hit me with painful clarity. Blake just wanted a wife. I didn’t matter who. I was just a placeholder, a living doll meant to fulfill his basic requirements for a spouse: someone to sit across from him at dinner, satisfy his physical needs, and stay obedient without causing trouble.

The showdown in the living room of Seaside Manor was exactly what I’d been dreading. I couldn’t stand another minute in the Wright household and had called Emily to come get me. Blake and 1 were kept apart by the staff, like two distant stars that could only gaze at each other from afar.

When Emily arrived, she immediately launched into a one–sided shouting match with Blake. He sat expressionless on the sofa, stirring the coffee a staff member had handed him with maddening calmness.

Throughout Emily’s tirade, Blake’s eyes never left me. When she finally finished, he spoke just words, sharp as a knife: “She’s not leaving.”

Emily’s face flushed red with anger. She looked ready to explode.

Just then, Blake’s phone rang. As he answered it, his brow furrowed, and he shot me an Tey glare. I surprised myself by smiling at him and silently mouthing, “Go ahead.”

Unexpectedly, Blake smiled back. But the moment he hung up, his expression returned to its usual coldness. Take Mrs. Wright back to her room,” he commanded.

I’d anticipated Blake would try to stop me from leaving, which why I’d reached out to Claire earlier. Despite our differences, Claire was happy to help get her brother out of the way, if only because she didn’t like seeing us together.

Unfortunately, Emily had arrived earlier than expected, disrupting my careful plan to slip away unnoticed.

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Chapter 142

Emily didn’t know about my arrangements with Claire. She took matters into her own member blocking her way and rushing to protect me.

*Don’t

you dare touch her she shouted at Blake.

hands, shoving past the staff

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