Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Anna’s POV:

stared at the ceiling, exhausted but unable to sleep. The packed suitcases by the door seemed to watch me accusingly. I grabbed my phone, checking Seth’s messages again. Nothing new. Just his earlier texts asking where I was, if I was okay.

At 3 AM, I called

a car. I couldn’t spend another minute in that apartment, terrified Blake might show up.

Emily opened her door, hair disheveled but eyes alert. “Jesus, Anna, it’s three in the morning. You could have waited until

sunrise.”

“I couldn’t stay there another minute. I kept thinking Blake would appear.”

She helped me with my bags, then made tea. We sat in her small kitchen, the city lights blinking outside her window.

steaming mug, “sometimes we need to get sick before we can heal.”

“You know,” Emily said, passing me a steami

I wrapped my hands around the cup. “Is that

your way

of saying I’ve been making terrible decisions?”

“It’s my way of saying you ve had a severe case of Blake Wright syndrome. But you’ll recover.”

Over the next few days, I became Emily’s “unpaid assistant, helping with EcoMarine Group work. We attended environmental consulting events together, where I leveraged the Wright name to make connections.

Late one night, surrounded by files and laptops, Emily stared dejectedly at a financial report.

“Henry says we’ve lost three major contracts this month. EcoMarine is hemorrhaging clients.”

“Let me help,” I said. “I still have contacts from my Anderson days.”

“Anna, you don’t have to do this.”

“I need to do this. I can’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself

It felt good to use my professional skills again. For the first time since my marriage, I felt useful.

A few evenings later, Emily drove us to a networking event. I was checking emails on my phone when bad news arrived.

“That sneaky bastard! Emily gripped the steering wheel. “Blake’s been sabotaging our business deal killed the MarineWatch partnership.”

I stared at my phone. “The manager says they’re ‘reconsidering due to competing interests.

End our backs. He

That’s PR speak for Blake threatened them. This isn’t the first time. The GreenLife event, the influencer campaign–all sabotaged!”

SUTTY.

I’ve brought trouble to you.”

“Don’t say that. Without you, I’d still be washing test tubes in the lab. We’ll figure something out.”

“I could talk to Blake,” I said calmly. “Maybe if I asked him directly…”

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Emily looked shocked. “Talk to him? Anna, we’re way past talkleg. He’s systematically destroying our business opportunities.

The fain started falling as we stopped at a red Hght. I straightened my posture, my mind clearing

Let’s not mention Blake anymore. He doesn’t exist to me,” I said firmly.

“We should ask Henry for help, Emily suggested.

“No. Don’t involve Henry in this.”

“Speaking of men who’ve disappeared–Seth hasn’t shown up in month.”

I avoided her gaze. Seth’s absence worried me, but I couldn’t focus on that now. I had been naive about Blake, about love.

Self–reliance was more dependable than any man. And instead of hiding from public attention, I could use the spotlight from the Blake and Scarlett scandal.

As we approached the venue, the rain stopped, leaving wet sidewalks reflecting city lights. The valet opened our doors.

*

“Stay close tonight, Emily warned, adjusting her dress. “Networking means drinking, and these people play rough.”

I nodded. “I

I know where I stand. Everyone will step on me to impress Scarlett.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”

I’m surprised Scarlett would show up at such a small event.”

Inside, the high–end venue was filled with fake smiles and shallow conversation. Scarlett dominated the center of the room in an elegant black suit. When Emily and I entered, whispers and stares followed.

Scarlett noticed me, casually touching her perfect hair. She glided over, wine glass in hand.

you here.” She covered her mouth in mock apology. “Oh, I’m sorry. Miss Anderson. I “Mrs. Wright! What a surprise seeing you keep forgetting you’re not Mrs. Wright anymore.”

A bystander added, “Miss Morgan, who is this woman?

? She doesn’t seem to be from our circle.”

Emily stepped forward protectively, but I stopped her. “Go handle business. I can manage.”

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

I nodded and turned to Scarlett with a practiced smile. “Is your handler here tonight? I actually have some business with

him.”

The “handler” comment visibly unsettled her, her smile stiffening. “Miss Anderson, still so rude–I mean direct. If you need to find Blake, just contact him. No need to track his whereabouts through me. I’m not the jealous type. Besides, Blake has his own schedule; he’s not always with me.”

A sycophant loudly praised her. “Miss Morgan, everyone knows how devoted Mr. Wright is to you. Besides, Mr. Wright isn’t available to just anyone.”

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