Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Anna’s POV:

If that day ever comes, I’m willing to try with you,‘ I replied.

Seth’s eyes lit up with hope. He looked like he’d just won the lottery.

I watched him leave the restaurant with an extra bounce in his step, while I slumped back in my chair, completely drained.

My appetite had vanished the moment those words left my mouth. What the hell was I thinking? Seth made everything sound so simple, so easy. As if we could just waltz into a relationship without consequences.

I’m not exactly damaged goods, but I’m “Blake Wright’s ex–wife.” I’ve been married. I’ve lost a baby. Those aren’t small footnotes in my biography They’re chapters that the Price family would scrutinize with magnifying glasses.

Seth would have to fight battles I couldn’t even imagine to make his family accept me. And was I worth all that trouble? I wasn’t sure anymore.

If I truly cared about him, shouldn’t I want to face high

ciety gossip together? But honestly, I just didn’t have the energy to fight those battles again.

I pulled out my phone to call Seth and take it all back, but his phone was off. Right. His phone had been confiscated overseas. Great timing.

When I closed my eyes, I could still see his smile, bright and genuine. But somewhere deep inside, a voice whispered that he wasn’t coming back. Not to me,

anyway.

The rain was coming down much harder than I’d realized. The night rain had a bone–chilling quality to it that seeped through layers of clothing.

I froze when I turned the corner to my apartment. Blake was leaning against the wall by my door, completely soaked.

He looked… empty. His blue eyes lacked their usual sharpness, and all the anger that had defined him lately was gone.

As I watched, he slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor, looking for all the world like a homeless man with nowhere to go.

I pulled out my phone, oddly calm. “Hello, security? There’s a stranger loitering outside my door. Could you please remove him?”

“So this is how much you don’t want to see me,” Blake said, his voice a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

“Anna,” he continued, his eyes searching mine. “Was I the person you mentioned on your Instagram?”

He pulled out his phone and played a video. Scarlett’s voice filled the hallway, talking about childhood photos and social media posts.

“You once spent half your paycheck bribing a security guard at Wright Group to get you past the lobby,” Blake said, his eyes never leaving mine. “You left that ridiculous note on my desk calendar.”

The note had read: [Blake’s leadership inspires me. I hope to be this successful someday!]

“There was this one time when homemade cookies appeared on my desk out of nowhere. Was that you?” His voice softened. “I never eat sweets at work.‘

I didn’t answer, but my mind betrayed me with the memory of staying up all night perfecting that recipe.

“Fuck! I should have known.” His fist slammed against the floor. “My assistant ate them. I thought it was just another woman from Accounting who had a crush on me.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was just “another woman with a crush.” But to me, Blake wasn’t just some guy I liked. He was my benchmark, my reference po Without him, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

I’d wanted to stand proudly before him, not just be his arranged marriage partner.” I’d believed that with my family background, my intelligence, and my love, I deserved to be his wife.

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But I’d tried my best. No regrets ne

Security arrived quickly. Blake got up gracefully, ready to leave.

The knocking at my doot later that night startled me. I thought it was my neighbor’s dog again, but when I opened the door, Blake Hood there, recking of whiskey and rain. his ryes bloodshot.

Without the door for support, he stumbled and fell.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

He struggled to his feet and sat against the doorframe. “Just close the door. His smile was bitter.

“Yeah, you should go home,” I said flatly, though I felt anything but indifferent.

‘I drove here. Can’t drive back now.”

I started to close the door, but his hand shot out to stop it.

“Can I get some tea?”

I’ll call your assistant to pick you up.”

“I just want some tea to sober up. I’ll leave after that, I promise.” His

eyes were filled with sadness.