Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 168

Secret

Chapter 168

Anna’s POV

(watched Blake’s expression harden, his jaw set in that familiar way that fold me he made up his mind. Of course, he was going to defend Benifats in fund

of me.

When had he ever taken my side against anyone he cared about? The bitter thought made me want to laugh.

I pulled myself together, my face shifting to something more controlled. With deliberate slowness, I raised my wrist, turned my hand over to display the raw scrapes across my knuckles.

“Fine.” I said, my voice steady. “But first, I want an apology.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed as they landed on my injured hand. His face darkened instantly. “How did that happen?

I shifted my gaze meaningfully toward Scarlett, who sighed dramatically and put on her best innocent victim act.

“Ms. Anderson injured her hand and seems quite upset,” she said, “Blake, don’t be so hard on her.’

Blake ignored her completely, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. I asked you how this happened, he repeated, his voice dropping lower

Did he really not know? If we’d been alone, maybe I could have believed his concern was genuine. But with Scarlett nestled against him, his question felt more like an accusation.

In his mind, whoever had hurt me, it couldn’t possibly be Scarlett’s fault.

By now, a crowd of people had gathered around us, their expressions ranging from curious to judgmental. Their whispered comments weren’t quite quiet enough:

“She should move on if they’re divorced. Why keep clinging to Mr. Wright?”

“It’s just a little scratch. Does she think Mr. Wright will care? Scarlett is being so patient.”

“Mr. Wright is such a gentleman, still showing respect

to his ex–wife.”

I let out a cold laugh, clenching my fists as I turned to face the crowd.

My expression must have been formidable because the chattering socialites suddenly fell silent. The Anderson name might not carry the weight it once did, but it still commanded some respect.

The music in the ballroom stopped. The silence was thick as the other guests paused to watch the high–society drama unfolding before them.

Scarlett pulled away from Blake’s support and limped toward me, fake tears welling in her eyes. “Ms. Anderson, please don’t be angry. They don’t know who you are, don’t mind them…”

I didn’t let her finish. I brought my stiletto heel down hard on her foot–her “good” foot. She wobbled, suddenly unstable on both legs. Some justice you have to deliver yourself, I thought grimly.

I watched with satisfaction as she swayed, about to fall. My lips curved into a slight smile. Blake quickly caught her, his arm wrapping around her waist as he shot me a look of pure fury, his blue eyes like ice.

“What position does she have anymore?” he snapped.

And there it was–Blake publicly humiliating me. He turned away, supporting Scarlett as they headed toward the exit.

I heard her crying to him, “Blake, let me go home. I don’t want to stay here. I have no family or friends in Boston. Just let me go back to London and fend for myself…”

‘Don’t talk nonsense,” Blake replied, his voice steady and certain. “From now on, Seaside Manor will be your home.”

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Chapter 168

Home. Such a warm word. No wonder Searle tanked so toug. Klake ford peamised her a home. My home. Our home. I regarded she was met kan le William to pave away so the cold officially move in.

My eyes stung as I watched then walk away, leaving the to face the craved mackery:

*She still thinks she’s Mrs. Wright?

Even Mr. Wright doesn’t acknowledge her anymore. What’s she so proud of?

These people only knew me as the former Mrs. Wright. They didn’t know i was once the treasured daughter of the Anderson family, raised with tree and care. They were ignorant, but Blake’s words had cut deep.

I felt homesick, but I had no home anymore.

Back in my apartment that night, I thought about the day’s events and opened Twitter. I typed: (If someone pretends to be innocent while secretly hurting others, looking perfect on the outside but ugly within, should they be punished? #Truth #fustice!