Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Anna’s POV:

“Seaside Manor is just a house to nie, Anna. It doesn’t mean anything special. I can give it to anyone I want. Blake’s voice carried an edge as he helped me with my seatbelt, essentially trapping me in the passenger seat of his car.

“Okay,” I replied softly.

His gaze darkened instantly. His hand gripped my shoulder with unexpected force, making me wince.

His breathing grew heavier. “When Seaside Manor was being renovated, you approved all the designs. My assistant showed you every item on the furniture list for confirmation. You chose all the decorations.”

He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, triggering a harsh, jarring honk that echoed through the parking garage.

“And now you’re just throwing it all away,” he spat out.

I met his gaze steadily despite the pain in my shoulder. I remained calm, refusing to be intimidated.

Turning to look out the window, I said, “Seaside Manor is your pre–marital property, Blake. You have every right to give it to Claire. It has nothing to do with whether I want it or not.”

Then I did something I’d never done before–I deliberately reached for his hand. The moment I touched him, his body went rigid. I slid my fingers between his, interlocking them tightly, and gave him a small smile.

“Besides, we’re divorced now. I can live anywhere. I know my place.”

When I tried to pull my hand away, Blake instinctively tightened his grip, refusing to let go.

We drove in silence, his fingers still entwined with mine. Despite his obvious irritation, he didn’t release my hand during the entire ride.

I watched the familiar streets give way to an exclusive neighborhood of mansions–even more luxurious than Seaside Manor.

Blake turned onto a private driveway that led to an enormous house. As we stepped inside, I was immediately struck by a massive aquarium filled with exotic tropical fish.

“From now on, it’ll be just the two of us here,” Blake said, watching me closely.

‘I really like these fish, I replied, walking over to the aquarium. “I’ll stay here and watch them for a while. You go rest. I’ll take you out for dinner tonight.”

I pressed my face against the cool glass, watching the colorful fish dart back and forth.

Blake joined me, mirroring my position with his face against the glass. The pressure distorted his features slightly.

He said softly, “I should have set this up for you sooner.”

‘It’s not too late now, I murmured, my eyes never leaving the swirling patterns of the tropical fish.

Blake lingered beside me, seemingly reluctant to leave my side. I glanced at my watch and pulled out my phone, pretending to make a dinner reservation.

In reality, my screen displayed a message from Henry: [Meeting with Robert Price about business. Rosewood Restaurant. Come quickly!]

‘I want to surprise you with something special tonight,” I told Blake with a manufactured smile. “No peeking until it’s ready.”

I knew Robert Price was Seth’s father, and his sons were at odds because of me. As a father who loved both his children equally, Robert was looking for a compromise–a way to punish Seth superficially without being too harsh. He’d apparently reached out to Henry, knowing he was friends with Seth.

When I saw Henry’s message, I decided to bring Blake along to meet Robert. I figured if Robert saw that Blake and I had reconciled, it might help Seth’s

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situation. I put on my most convincing smile for Blake, not wanting him to suspect anything.

I drove us to the restaurant myself, deliberately not telling Blake where we were headed.

“Rosewood? Blake’s expression grew serious when we arrived. “This is owned by the Price family.”

All warmth vanished from his face.

‘Oh, Emily recommended it to me, I lied smoothly. “I had no idea. We can go somewhere else if you’d prefer.”

But the valet had already opened our doors, making it awkward for Blake to refuse.

Inside, I arranged for us to be seated at the most visible table in the center of the restaurant, while I spotted Henry and Robert tucked away in a corner. I knew they needed privacy for their conversation, while I needed to be noticed.

I ordered several of Blake’s favorite dishes, looking apologetic as I did. His expression softened slightly.

After a while, I walked over to the grand piano in the center of the restaurant and tentatively pressed a few keys. The notes of “Ocean’s Heart‘ emerged haltingly–a piece Blake had played for me when we first started dating, after learning about my love for the ocean.

Blake’s eyes widened in recognition, clearly remembering that night over four years ago.

“Sorry,” I said to the nearby diners before turning to Blake. “Does it sound terrible? I’m not very good.”

I let disappointment show on my face.

Blake came over and sat beside me on the bench. “It’s not bad. Let me help you,” he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

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