Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174

Anna’s POV:

Scarlett’s words didn’t stir a single émotion in me.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t mess with me. Without me, you wouldn’t have any of this. I said calmly.

Scarlett’s face flushed. ‘Miss Anderson, get over yourself!”

Her words were harsh, but I could see the truth hit her like a slap. She knew perfectly well where her current status and identity came from..

The humiliation was written all over her face, yet she couldn’t accept that all her ‘terrible sacrifices might have been for nothing.

“Blake is good to me, and that has nothing to do with you,” Scarlett said with a hint of shame, arms crossed over her chest. He just can’t stand you Anna Don’t kid yourself!

“If that’s the case, what are you so worried about? Shouldn’t you be on your way?” I kept my cool.

I studied her carefully. Unlike Claire, Scarlett wasn’t one to make empty claims. She wouldn’t be here unless Blake had said something to her. Something like: “Everything Anna has, you’ll have too. Everything Anna doesn’t have, you’ll also have. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.

The contrast was jarring–Blake standing outside my apartment all night, and this woman standing before me claiming his affections. Either Scarlett or I was living in a dream world.

“You’ve got nothing left, and you’re still acting all high and mighty?” Scarlett growled through gritted teeth. She pulled out her iPhone and made a call.

“Blakey?” she purred the moment the call connected, her voice doing a complete 180 into something sweet and seductive. She was using Claire’s nickname for him.

I felt sick.

‘I don’t wanna be the host anymore,” she cooed. “I want to be the special guest just like Anna. Can you hook me up with that, please?”

Blake’s voice shifted from low and hoarse to clear and charming. ‘I can get the producer to swap Anna out for you, but do you actually know anything about environmental stuff? I can’t let you completely tank the show.”

“The questions are all prepped ahead of time. I’ll do my homework and nail it, Blakey, pretty please?” Scarlett pleaded, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Fine. You know what I want.” Blake’s voice was resigned yet tender.

It felt like I’d been shot in the chest. The pain exploded through my ribcage. What did Blake want from her? Was he trying to drive me to death? This opportunity meant everything to me, a chance to return to marine conservation work, and he was taking it away.

He wanted to strip me of everything I had, even my professional field.

‘I knew you’d agree! You’re the best.” Scarlett hung up with a coy smile of victory.

‘Look, Miss Anderson, I’m not trying to make your life miserable, but things change. You’re not Mrs. Wright anymore, and I’m not the pushover I used to be.” Her eyes gleamed with triumph.

Later at the recording site, Scarlett confronted me with arms crossed and an arrogant attitude.

Blake was just into you for the novelty at first. You know, fresh,” she sneered. “But guys are all the same. Even Blake. Don’t beat yourself up about it, Miss Anderson. Her tone mixed mockery with fake sympathy.

Half an hour later, Blake’s influence became apparent. My recording session was abruptly canceled. The producer and crew barged in, forcibly taking the research materials I’d spent days preparing.

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Chapter 174

They handed everything to Scarlett, treating her with obvious deference–clearly aware of her relationship with Blake.

Scarlett tore my materials to pieces right in front of me, I don’t need her crap! I’ll come up with something way more professional. Then the silently mouthed “sorry” with pure defiance.

Left alone in the empty dressing room, I sat stunned and helpless. I’d only signed a one–episode contract with the production company.

Today was just supposed to be a supplementary recording of environmental content. Now, my opportunity—my one shot at getting back into marin conservaties–had been completely stolen.

Everything had ended before it even began.

As evening fell, my phone rang. Blake’s name flashed on the screen.

‘Anna, where’d you put the medicine cabinet in the apartment? I’m dizzy. Need you to come back now. His voice sounded tired and urgent.

I couldn’t respond, my mind spinning in confusion as my fingers gripped the phone tightly.

*Anna? Anna!” His voice grew anxious.

“I heard you.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“I feel like crap. His tone softened, almost pleading.

“I heard…” I repeated numbly.

“What’d you say?” He sounded confused.