Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

Anna’s POV:

Enough! Blake, get the hell out of my apartment! I never want to see you again!” I screamed, my back pressed against the

wall.

Blake’s eyes were wild, unfocused, as he towered over me. His hands pinned me in place while his words cut deeper than any knife could.

“Never want to see me?” he sneered, his face inches from mine Who do you want to see then? That worthless Seth?”

I tried to push him away, but his grip tightened. My blouse was already torn from his earlier assault, exposing my skin to the cool air of the apartment. The shame burned through me a saw his eyes wandering.

“Stop pretending, Anna, Blake whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “You say no, but your body’s fucking desperate for it. Obviously that loser Seth can’t satisfy you. Beg me. Beg me and I’ll give you what you want!”

I felt sick. How could this be the same man I’d loved for so many years? The same man I’d given my heart to?

eth? Did he make you scream?

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rising with each word, ‘how many times have you fucked Seth?

Tell me!”

My legs gave out and I slid down the wall, ending up in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at Blake’s face.

I let out a bitter laugh through my tears. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Here was Blake, accusing me of sleeping with Seth, completely forgetting the doctor’s orders that I couldn’t have sex for a month after my miscarriage. The miscarriage of our

baby.

Something shifted in Blake’s expression as the clock on my wall struck midnight. He crouched down, his fingers gently wiping away my tears. The sudden tenderness was almost more arring than his violence.

“Anna,” he said softly, his voice catching. “Did you enjoy the light show today?”

I noticed his eyes were rimmed with red, his voice thick with emotion. Was this another one of his games?

“Blake, thank you,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Today is unforgettable. I’ll definitely repay you for this!”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a diamond pendant shaped like an airplane that caught the dim light of my apartment.

“I had this custom made for you,” he said, lifting the necklace from its cushion.

Before 1 could protest, his fingers were brushing against my neek as he fastened the clasp. The pendant felt heavy against

my skin

“Stay away from Seth,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “One call to the Price family and you’ll never see him again.” His eyes met mine. “In my heart, we were never divorced.”

The audacity of this man was unbelievable. After everything he done tonight, after Claire and Scarlett, after all the pain

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he’d caused, he thought a necklace would fix things?

I reached up and yanked the necklace off, throwing it at his It caught him on the cheek, leaving a thin line of blood

on’t need you worrying about me and Seth,” I spat. “Now take your stuff and get out!”

Blake touched his cheek, staring at the blood on his fingers. He looked at the necklace on the floor, a flash of hurt crossing

his face.

“Don’t keep losing your mind over me,” I continued, finding strength in my anger. And don’t waste your time! Stop trying to control my life. I’ll be with whoever I want, and that person will never be you!

Blake slowly turned his head, his blue eyes narrowing as he watched me through the city lights streaming in from the window. Something unreadable passed across his face.

“I admit I’ve wasted time on you,” he said, his voice low. “But I’m not losing my mind! He stumbled to his feet, looking down at me with bloodshot eyes. “I’m just telling you to stay away from other men!”

“Ex–husband, I emphasized the words deliberately, “you better understand what you mean to me now. Clinging to me like this just makes you look cheap. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Only when you love someone do you fear losing them, Blake, do you love me?”

His body stiffened, his gaze piercing

“If you only fear losing someone you love…” he countered, grabbing

g my shoulders and pulling me up. “Anna, aren’t you afraid that if I walk out today, we’ll never see each other again?

He shook me hard enough that my vision blurred, but I could smell the sadness coming off him in waves.

“Are you asking if I still love you?” I said, my head throbbing “Blake, I don’t love you anymore. Losing you doesn’t matter to me.” The truth felt liberating. “When I loved you, I admitted it. Now that I don’t, I’m telling you I’ve moved on.”

A vein pulsed in his temple. “Anna, what did I do wrong? I did so much for you, and you can just let go so easily?”

I shook my head, disappointed. Fighting over who was right or wrong after a breakup was so undignified. I had picked up our relationship and then put it down, but he had never truly picked it up at all. There was nowhere to direct that pain.

“You have Claire, you have Scarlett, you have a father who loves you so much,” I said softly. “You’re a winner at life, Blake. You’re so happy. Please don’t worry about whether I’ve moved on from you. Let me go. Stop torturing each other.”

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