Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 173

Anna’s POV:

I nearly tripped over him.

Blake was slumped against my apartment door, head hanging limply to one side.

At first, I thought he was drunk, but when I nudged his arm with my foot, it fell limply to the floor.

“Blake?” I crouched down, pressing my palm to his forehead. He was burning up–dangerously hot. I patted his cheeks, trying to wake him. “Blaker

His eyes fluttered open, initially sharp and cold, then softening when they focused on me. Without warning, he lurched forward and wrapped his arres around me.

“If only time could stop right now, he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I froze, feeling the unusual heat radiating from his body and smelling the mix of cologne and alcohol on his breath.

When I tried pushing him away, he only tightened his grip, holding me prisoner against his chest.

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Four years ago, I had everything–supportive in–laws in William and Caroline, my mother Lillian backing me, and Blake, the husband I loved more than anything. Now? I had nothing.

“You’re so selfish, Blake,” I said, finally breaking free and pressing my hands against his chest to keep distance between us.

His body stiffened, and he slowly released me. “Anna, I’m not bothering you!”

I stood up, taking a deep breath as anger swelled inside me. “If this isn’t bothering me, then what the hell is?!”

Blake suddenly rose to his feet. His body swayed slightly, but his eyes flashed with determination as he closed the distance between us in two quick strides.

I backed away instinctively until my back hit the wall. He braced his arms on either side of me, trying to pin me in place.

But his fever betrayed him. One arm gave way, and he stumbled forward. I reflexively caught his shoulders, bringing our faces inches apart. I could feel his breath on my skin.

He seized my wrist. “We’re not over, Anna.” His voice was low and raspy.

I wrenched my hand free and shoved him back. “In my eyes, we are.”

“A proper ex–husband should stay locked in memories, not keep showing up in my life!”

“Ex–husband?” The hurt in his voice was unmistakable.

“Why are you always so damn rational, Anna?” he demanded. “Next to you, I look like some crazy person who can’t think straight!”

I studied his face. Blake seemed to hate what he’d become.

He’d always been controlling, confident he could balance his relationship with Claire and me. Now that things had spiraled beyond his grasp, he was suffering.

Our problems had never been resolved. He’d just tried to paper over everything, pretending we could go back to normal.

“I can’t even get drunk properly,” he said, his voice cracking. “It just makes me miss you more, but you keep avoiding me. I shouldn’t care whether you hate me or not, but why does it hurt so much when you hide from me like this?” He choked back a sob. “Anna, please tell me what’s wrong with me?”

“Huh,‘ I scoffed. “Why would I discuss this with you?”

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Chapter 173

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As if I didn’t know that already.

Without Blake, you’d be nothing,” I said.

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