Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Anna’s POV:

I woke up feeling like my head was filled with cotton. Tant night Had we wild, and now my thought were a comptaly sky

The sunlight streaming through the curtain seed westly Brig, attest hostile to my groggy date flinked several y trying to piece together where exactly 1 wxe. The guest room. Right.

“Martha? 1 called out, my voice still rough with sleep. That time

Our housekeeper poked her Bead through the doorway, a gentle im on her weathered face. It’s alertes

you like some breakfast? I could bring up some coffee and toast

Ten? 1 sat up with a jolt, the sheets tangling around my legs.

Shit. Lucas would have been transferred to the detention center by now. Id meant to check on him first thing this sorting out everything with Blake had thrown off my entire schedule.

I scrambled out of bed, wincing as my feet hit the cold floor. ‘No breakfast, Martha. I need to get to the police sta

I rushed through my morning routine, barely recognizing the frazzled woman in the mirror.

A quick shower to wash away last night’s sweat, minimal makeup to look somewhat presentable, and clothes I could throw t without thinking about coordination. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, not bothering with anything more alberate

As I stepped into the hallway, fumbling with my watch clasp, Claire appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path.

Her pink lips curled into a mischievous smile that vanished almost instantly.

She reminded me of a little demon with wings and a long, thin tail–all teeth and malice behind that innocent face

“Anna, Blakey isn’t home. I want to talk to you,” she said, her voice unusually serious, lacking its typical childish lit.

I paused, surprised. This was the first time my sister–in–law had ever approached me for a proper conversation. Unly, she use pranced around, stealing Blake’s attention and pretending I didn’t exist.

“Can it wait, Claire? I’m in a hurry,” I said, glancing toward the staircase.

“Anna, Blakey says he wants me to move back to Wright Estate. Did you complain to him about me using your master bedroom de demanded, completely ignoring my urgency. Her delicate fingers twisted the hem of her silk pajama top.

I maintained a polite smile, though it felt stiff on my face. “I didn’t. This is Blake’s and my house. We’re a couple, so wherever we sleep becomes the master bedroom. I don’t mind staying in the guest room at all. You can use the master bedroom for as long as

you want.”

Claire’s face scrunched up in annoyance, her perfect features, contorting with rage. “But Blakey promised he’d tuck me in every I can’t sleep without him. You’ve monopolized him for two nights already.”

“Two nights?” I felt my cheeks flush with heat.

Time seemed to fly when Blake and I were intimate. Those moments when he actually seemed to remember existed, when his hands were gentle and his eyes focused solely on me. “Has it been that long?”

“Anna!” Claire stomped her foot, her delicate face crumpling in frustration.

Chapter 83

“I’ll say it again – Blake and are married. His nights belong to me, said firmly, then softened my tone. “Claire, you’re twenty–two. Maybe I could help you find a boyfriend who could tuck you in and practice with you instead? Someone closer to your age who could give you the attention you deserve.”

I tried to sound like a caring big sister, offering genuine advice, but Blaire wasn’t having it. Her nostrils flared like an angry bull’s.

“I don’t want a boyfriend! I want Blakey!” Her eyes reddened, making her look pitifully vulnerable. A trick she’d perfected over years of manipulating Blake.

“Claire,” I said, “Blake needs me too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to stay with me in the guest room.”

That pushed her over the edge. Claire lashed out, kicking the door to my guest room with surprising strength for someone so petite.

It slammed against the wall, the handle rattling violently, We both jumped at the noise, momentarily shocked into silence.

Martha appeared at the end of the hallway, peering at us with concern, a folded towel clutched to her chest. “Everything alright, Mrs. Wright?”

“Yeah.” I replied and quickly pulled Claire into the guest room and closed the door behind us.

“Claire, Blake will be angry if you treat me like this,” I warned, keeping my voice low. “Remember what he told you the other day? I am your sister–in–law. You need to think about how to interact with me properly before you speak to me, especially in front of

others,

Claire let out a mocking laugh that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Oh my God, what a joke! Are you serious? You think Blakey would be mad at me because of you?” She tossed her silky hair over her shoulder, eyes gleaming with confidence.

She leaned in closer, her perfume overwhelming my senses. “Anna, you probably don’t know this, but in Blakey’s heart, you’re nowhere near as important as I am!”

I couldn’t argue with that. From our honeymoon when he insisted on bringing Claire along, I should have known where I stood. A heaviness settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

In Claire’s eyes, I was just the woman who’d taken her brother away, the interloper who didn’t belong.

Her mood shifted suddenly. She grabbed my hand, her anger transforming into something calculated.

“Anna, I have many good friends at the ballet company,” she said with a light laugh, swinging my arm playfully. “We look out for

each other.”

Her face appeared innocent, but the cruel pleasure in her eyes gleamed like a knife cutting through her disguise.

“If you say anything stupid again, my friends will help me get back at you. Her grip tightened painfully, nails digging into my skin.

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