Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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Anna’s POV:

I woke to cold sheets beside me. Blake had left–probably hours ago By the feel of the empty space. So much for our night of passion leading to morning intimacy.

Staring at the ceiling, I realized opening Blake’s heart would be a marathon, not a sprint. I’d been naive before, thinking my Virve alone could fix everything.

I slipped into a simple white silk nightgown and applied light makeup before heading downstairs.

Martha was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and toast filling the air.

“Good morning, Martha,” I said, sitting at the dining table.

‘Good morning, Mrs. Wright. Did you sleep well?”

“Wonderfully,” I replied, peeling a hard–boiled egg and discreetly dropping it into Blake’s coffee cup.

Then I started digging into my breakfast. Last night had been so wild that I was absolutely starving now.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made me look up. Blake appeared with Claire trailing close behind him like a shadow. I deliberately avoided making eye contact with my husband, though I caught his satisfied expression in my peripheral vision.

“Good morning, Claire,” I said sweetly.

“Anna, you’re up early,” Claire replied with a forced smile.

“Well, I wasn’t really that tired last night; I just got less sleep,” I said, giving Blake a meaningful glance.

Blake let the newspaper fall onto the table with a thud. “No talking at meals,” he said firmly, though I could see the tips of his ears turning red.

The next moment unfolded exactly as I’d planned. Blake took a sip of his coffee and jumped up as the liquid splashed across his pristine suit. Both Claire and I rushed to help, though I deliberately slowed my pace to let her get there first.

“Oh my God! Martha forgot about your preferences again!” Claire exclaimed loudly.

As I reached out to help, Claire’s hand collided with mine–a little too forcefully to be accidental–producing a sharp slapping sound.

“Anna… I didn’t mean to,” Claire stammered, torn between wanting to rub my hand and staying by Blake’s side.

Martha rushed over with a towel. “Sir, I’m so sorry. Would you like to change? I can have it dry–cleaned immediately.”

“Blake, I put that egg in your coffee,” I admitted, my voice soft but loaded with suggestion. “After how hard you worked last night, I was worried about your protein intake…” I managed to look both apologetic and smug, making sure Claire caught my meaning.

Martha pulled me behind her protectively. “Sir, please don’t blame Mrs. Wright. She was only concerned ab didn’t you also ask me to prepare those nutritional supplements recommended by the fertility specialist for you both care for each other.”

1. u. This morning,

Wright? Clearly,

Fertility supplements. The thought made me want to laugh. I was no longer interested in having a child with Blake.

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Chapter 70

While he was still anxious about producing an heir for the Wright family, I had long since grown disillusioned with the idea.

‘Did I say i was blaming anyone? Blake said, adjusting his tie. “I’ll just go upstairs and change.” He pushed away Claire’s hand as she tried to help him.

After Blake left, I returned to my seat and continued eating my breakfast. Claire approached, clearly unhappy.

“Anna, Blake promised to drive me to theater rehearsal. Don’t do this–you’ll make me late,” she complained.

“Oh? Then I’ll drive you,” I said.

“I won’t even get out of the car. I don’t mind going in this nightgown–no one would mistake me for your dance partner anyway, 1 added with a fake smile. “Hurry up and finish eating so we can leave.

Claire fidgeted with her napkin. “Anna, let’s not. Blake and I already made plans.”

“Of course, because Bakey‘ never disappoints his favorite princess, right?” I said sarcastically. “Maybe another time. I’m just worried we’re growing distant.”

“What do you mean, distant?” Claire asked, her eyes both confused and wary.

Blake returned wearing a deep blue custom suit. Claire immediately ran to him, clutching his arm possessively.

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