Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

Anna’s POV:

way No desperate to escape that I forgot to mind

my dieu.

The faster I tried to run, the clumsier I became. My high heel caught the hem of my long gown, and I went sprawling across the cold hospital floor in a heap.

The impact knocked the wind out of me, and for a moment, I just stayed there, frozen. I was almost grateful for the physical pain, in offered a brief escape from the enmiliental turmoil I was drowning in.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? That was quite a fall.

I didn’t need to look up to recognize Scarlett’s voice…

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to compose myself before facing her

Be caftful, Anna. Blake would be upset if you got hurt.”

I wiped away my tears roughly before lifting my head. When I looked up, I forced a smile and muttered a thank you,

My face was probably a mess, eyes red and tears threatening to spill, but the pride ingrained in me since childhood wouldn’t show weakness in front of someone who had helped humiliate me.

“No problem,” Scarlett said, offering her hand. This is our second time meeting–I guess that makes us friends now, right?”

Friends. The word felt like salt in an open wound. I took her hand and way, because what choice did I have?

She helped me up and began guiding me toward Blake’s room, Each step p felt like walking to

to my own execution.

My heart trembled in my chest as I wondered what other hurtful things Blake might say to me. The corridor seemed endless, every step heavier than the last.

I took a deep breath, straightened my spine, and quickened my pace, subtly pulling away from Scarlett’s support. I didn’t need her pity or her help.

When we entered Blake’s room, I noticed something strange. His grim expression actually softened when he saw me.

How pathetic must I look for even the guy who’s playing me to feel sorry for me?

“Mrs.

Wright, Scarlett said brightly, “the nurse isn’t coming until later this morning, so Caroline asked me to keep an eye on Blake. Since you’re here now, I’ll get out of your way.” She flashed a teasing smile. “Men are such babies when they’re sick, aren’t they?”

Within moments, it was just Blake and me in the spacious private ward. The silence between us felt suffocating. He was half–sitting in bed, shirtless, his firm chest exposed and bandages wrapped around his injured abdomen.

Even in this state, his perfect physique was undeniable. I remembered how many times I traced those muscles with my fingers, believing he belonged to me alone. What a fool I’d been.

fists as the word “fresh” echoed in my mind. I’d never thought much about that word bete, but now it had a new meaning a corrupted feeling, rotting emotions, a mocking tone that kept replaying in my head and wouldn’t go away.

Fresh. L

Like I was some new lay hed tired of playing wi

with..

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Maki asked quietly, his blue eyes studying my face,

“No. My diens was too long. The fall hurt a bit.” Tept my voice steady, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply

“Cotte here. Let me see where you’re hurt.”

What did a stupid fall matter? No buite could compare to the pain facing him now

This hurt was quiet but deep, like holding hot sand in my palm and watching it born little marks into my skin. My body was numb compared to my broken heart.

1 kept my face blank,

“Anna?” he prompted, his voice carrying a hint of concern that I no longer trusted.

“Hmm.” I couldn’t bring myself to say more.

“Are you concerned about me?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What else would I be?”

Is your concern also something you find Tresh?” I smiled at him, the expression not reaching my eyes. “Having fun toying ›

He stared at me, his expression shifting from concern to realization. You were eavesdropping?”

I forced a casual tone, though it took every ounce of self–control. “Why be afraid of someone hearing what you’ve already said? Or was it… something you only wanted others to bear, but not me?”

A feeling I couldn’t identify

fy rose inside me–not love, not hate, just overwhelming humiliation and despair.

Blake wouldn’t even bother to lie. His words were the truth–he didn’t love me at all. I was just something fresh for him.

Why wouldn’t he offer any explanation? Was I not even worth that much?

“Blake, don’t you have anything to say to me?” I asked.

“What should I say? You re emotionally unstable right now. Anything I say will be misinterpreted. Once you’ve explain.

calmed down, I’ll

1 laughed bitterly. The sound felt foreign in my throat. “You’re so rational. Women like to be comforted, and I’m no exception. I still have evidence, you know, Say something nice–isn’t it for your dear Caires sake?

I’d never felt so sharp–tongued before. I was fully armored, pretending not to care, even though I knew I’d lost big in this game wed played. All my buried hurt turned into biting words that I hurled at him like weapons.

Say something sweet, and I’ll let the Claire thing go.” I continued, the lie tasting bitter in my mouth. “Consider it a tip for your brilliant performanco.“

Blake’s jaw tightened, “What right do you have to stand on moral high ground and accuse me? Are you so blameless? Don’t you think I’m angry too?”

“Yeah, sorry

y about that. I pretended for so long. I almost believed I couldn’t live without you. But now theres nothing left to discuss. Goodbye. The words came out with surprising ease, as if they d been waiting for this moment.