Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 121

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fingers tightened around Seth’s throat, rage burning through every cell in my body.

The pain in my side was nothing compared to the agony of finding

wife here, wearing his clothes, in his apartment.

After twenty four hours of desperate searching, Ignoring my doctor strict orders to remain hospitalized, this was how I found her-

with him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot roughs my waist. Anna had sunk her th into my skin, breaking through flesh.

The physical pain barely registered. All I felt was shock, Pure, devastating shock.

I slowly turned my head, my gaze ice cold, my voice dangerously low “You hit me… for him?

I couldn’t believe she was actually biting me for Seth. The jealousy called around my heart like a venomous shake as I took in her appratince. The oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame.

And my grip around Seth’s neck tightened even more.

Rage clouded my mind, and I felt Seth’s hands gripping my wrists tightly, letting out a pained groan.

“Slap!”

The sound echoed through the room as Anna’s palm connected with my cheek. The sting spread across my face, but I wasn’t angry-

Through countless arguments and disagreements, this was the first time she’d ever struck me. And she’d done it in front of Seth.

“Enough!” Anna shouted. When she saw that I finally let go of Seth, the seemed to relax, her brow unfurling

She grabbed Seth’s jacket from the back of a nearby chair and said, “You two can catch up. I’m leaving.”

Her voice was cold, distant–like she was speaking to a stranger,

I watched as Seth struggled on the ground, gasping for air and coughing, then he slammed his fist against the floor with all his

might.

Before Anna.could reach the door, I ignored the searing pain in my side and grabbed her waist, practically carrying her out of the apartment despite her protests.

Blake! Put me down!” she demanded, but her voice was weak, her body even weaker in my arms.

I felt her struggling as I pushed her into the car, my driver’s eyes widening in the rearview mirror.

With one violent motion, I ripped Seth’s jacket from her shoulders and threw it out the window onto the wet pavement. Let him rome find it like the dog he was.

“Drive,” I commanded, and the car pulled away from the curb.

My temples throbbed with each heartbeat, a dull pounding that matched the throbbing in my side.

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Chapter 121

I couldn’t standing her in his shirts scent surmanding het.

In a moment of blind rage, I pached for the buttons of the shirt sherpas wearing. I wanted it off her. I needed it gone. My fingers

fumbled with the first button, chimsy with anger and pain.

“Blake, you’re insane!” Anna screamed, pressing herself against the car door, fear and anger mixing in her expression.

ddenly aware of my actions. The car’s interior light

Tve been looking for you for twenty–four hours I managed to say, illuminated her face, showing me something I didn’t want to see genuine fear. Fear of me

The realization hit harder than her slap. The fear in her eyes brought me back to reality. My hands trembled as I removed my suit jacket and placed it over her shoulders instead, hiding the shirt that continued to forment me.

→ wound.

I felt dizzy–partly from blood loss, partly from the consuming jealousy that hurt worse than my

“Cover yourself,” I muttered, leaning back against the seat, suddenly exhausted,

We sat in silence for several minutes, the tension suffocating like a physical presence between us. I tried to appear calm, to regain control, but my mind kept creating images of Anna and Seth together, each one fueling my anger.

“Why were you looking for me?” Anna finally asked, her voice distant, emotionless

I didnt answer immediately. The wound at my side was pulsing with pain, a steady rhythm of agony that matched my heartbeat. I pressed my hand against it, feeling the dampness of fresh blood.

“Just drop me off somewhere,” she continued when I didnt respond. You should go back to the hospital to recover. Once you’re better, we can get divorced.”

The word “divorce” hit me like a punch to the gut. She was bringing it up again. Was she serious this time? Did she really want to

leave me?

y breath. I could feel the wound reopening completely, warm blood soaking A sudden, intense pain shot through my side, stealing my through my shirt and onto the leather seat. Black spots danced in my vision,

“There’s gauze in the first aid kit,” I managed to say through gritted both. “Help me apply pressure.”

I placed my hand on her thigh for support, but my palm was already cold and clammy. She looked down at my hand, then at my face, indecision clear in her expression

with bitter h

humor, fighting to stay conscious. “Do you

“Looking forward to watching me die so you can inherit everything” asked with hate me that much?”

Something shifted in her eyes then–concern breaking through her anger. She reached for the first aid kit under the seat.

vision began to blur, the edges darkening. Breathing became difficult, but I forced myself to stay conscious. With whatever strength I had left, I gripped Anna’s trembling hand as she pulled out the gauze.

“Blake?” Her voice sounded panicked, breaking through her earlier coldness. Drive back to the hospital!” she ordered the driver, urgency replacing her previous detachment. “Blake’s wound has opened! Hurry!”

“Sir, the doctors didn’t want you to leave, but you insisted… the driver explained nervously, accelerating through a yellow light.

“He’s lost too much blood,” Annas voice broke. Tell the hospital to prepare for a transfusion!”

Her

concern gave me a strange comfort. Despite everything, she still cared about me.