Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Anna’s POV:

He gave a faint smile at my words, as if he was reminiscing. Then he turned to me and said, ‘Everyone komes Blake Wright, Torre pot at al whole thing. If you ever get the chance, I’d really appreciate it if you could say something nice about me to Mr. Wright. The more I make, the Better Be Emily will have with me.”

Ethan gently placed Emily in the passenger seat of his cat, buckling her seatbelt with practiced ease.

I studied his expression, trying to gauge his sincerity. His hands were steady as he adjusted Emily’s slumped head to a more comfortable position.

His gestures seemed too natural, too considerate. He couldn’t be all bad.

Emily’s drunken words echoed in my mind. “I know what

who helps you.

I’m doing,” she had slurred earlier. ‘Don’t sacrifice yourself for me… Someday i want to be the one

My hatred for Scarlett deepened. If not for her constant undermining, Emily would be running EcoMarine Group now, not drowning her frustrations in

alcohol.

After dropping Emily off at her place with Ethan, my phone buzzed. It was Blake.

‘Looks like my husband’s on his way, I told Ethan as we waited outside Emily’s building.

“I could take you home,” he offered with a slight smile. “We’re going to be seeing

a

lot more of each other anyway.”

Before I could respond, the screech of tires cut through the night. Blake’s car rocketed toward us, headlights blinding as he pulled up. He kept them trained on us until Ethan and I stepped apart.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” Ethan remarked, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Worried I might steal you away?”

Without warning, Ethan wrapped his arms around me in a quick hug.

The car door slammed. In an instant, Blake was there, grabbing Ethan by the collar and yanking him backward.

“Who the fuck are you?” Blake demanded, face eerily expressionless despite the violence of his movement.

Ethan smoothed his rumpled collar.

“Easy there,” he said with a light laugh. “Anna’s my father’s goddaughter. You could say I’m like her brother. So I guess that makes you my brother–in–law.”

Blake’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look at me as he said, “Stay away from her from now on.” His voice was low and final, carrying an authority that brooked no

argument.

As Blake guided me to his car, I glanced back. Ethan stood watching us, one hand in his pocket, smile still playing on his lips.

Blake opened the passenger door and practically pushed me inside. As he leaned across to fasten my seatbelt, he muttered, “Stop looking.”

‘I’m not, I protested.

“Thought you might be excited about your new brother,‘ he said, starting the engine.

‘I’m not.

“Just stay away from him. The guy’s trouble.” Blake pulled away from the curb, accelerating harder than necessary. “Besides, your mother already made that real estate deal with his father years ago. This whole goddaughter‘ thing is meaningless now.”

My stomach twisted at his casual mention of my mother. “We may be together, but technically we’re divorced. Don’t talk nonst that. You might find her haunting your dreams tonight.”

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The memory of Scarlett and Blake at dinner surfaced again, making my chest light.

We drove in tense silence until Blake suddenly slammed on the brakes and pulled over. Before I could ask what was happears me toward him

Mrs. Wright. His breath was warm against my ear. “Doesn’t it feel a little thrilling to be alone in a car with a man like this if wasten i mu

His hands slid around my waist, but something made me freeze. A scent–unfamiliar perfume lingering on his collar. I held still, analyzing trivel responding.

“Calling you Mrs. Wright feels like we’re roleplaying,” he continued, voice dropping lower. Imagine if we were facing each other in court. The welds dripped with suggestion.

1 pushed him away. “Shut up, Blake!*

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