Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 175

‘Enough! Stop using your damn self righteousness to make yourself feel better! I shouted into the phone, my voice racking with emotion.

1 hung up before he could respond, throwing the phone onto the nearby chair. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly.

Locking up, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I’d spent an hour getting ready for this show–hair perfectly styled, makeup flawless, wearing the very bi suit that made me look professional and polished. What a joke.

“Sometimes we have to learn to compromise, Anna, my mother Lillian’s words echoed in my head. That’s how marriages work in families like the Wrights,

Was she right? Was true love even possible in a marriage like mine? All evidence pointed to no.

For a moment, I thought I saw Blake’s stern face reflected behind me in the mirror, that cold, judgmental expression he always wore when I disappointed him.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, grabbing my phone and hurling it at the mirror. The glass shattered, fracturing my reflection into a dozen distorted pieces.

Twenty minutes later, I was being escorted out of the TV station by two security guards. They were polite but firm–apparently throwing a tantrum in the makeup room wasn’t acceptable behavior.

The program director followed me out to the parking lot, wringing his hands.

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Anderson,” he said, glancing nervously around. “I have bills to pay too, you know? I couldn’t say no when they called.

He shoved a small envelope into my hand before hurrying back inside. I stared at it for a moment before stuffing it into my purse. Hush money. How fucking charming.

I found myself at a coffee shop near the station, waiting for Seth.

I’d texted him after the disaster at the TV studio, and he’d immediately replied that he’d meet me.

The barista placed my latte on the table, and I absently ran my fingers over the small cuts on my hand from the broken mirror, wincing slightly.

When Seth walked in, his eyes scanned the room before landing on me. His face broke into that sunny smile I’d known since childhood.

My heart ached a little. All this time, I’d been so focused on Blake, that I’d never appreciated what had been right in front of me.

“Want something to drink?” I asked as he slid into the seat across from me.

“Black coffee, no sugar,” he replied. “Need to keep my head clear.”

I waved the envelope the director had given me. “Look what I earned today. Pretty impressive, right?”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “How much is in there? Enough to support me? Don’t worry, I don’t eat much.” He snatched the envelope from my hand with a playful grin.

“Give that back!” I laughed, reaching across the table.

As I stretched my arm out, Seth’s expression suddenly changed. He grabbed my wrist, examining the cuts on my hand.

“Who did this?” he asked, his voice deadly serious.

‘I did it myself. By accident,” I lied, not meeting his eyes.

Seth’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t press, the issue. Instead, he borrowed a first aid kit from behind the counter and began gently cleaning my cuts.

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Chapter 175

“You’re so careless, he murmured, blowing softly in the stinging cuts, “Remember whom you fell not if the tree in my barkus GS Non too.

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