Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 218

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Chapter 218

Anna’s POV:

Blake lowered the car window, letting the cool night breeze into the car. He rested one hand on the windowsill, his profile illuminated by the sandeg streetlights.

I’ll think about Scarlett’s situation,‘ he said, his voice carrying that familiar tone of finality. Claire wronged her first, after aff

His response didn’t surprise me. Nothing about Blake Wright surprised me anymore.

I wasn’t surprised by what he said.

In his mind, he only saw the harm others caused to Scarlett, never the pain that Scarlett inflicted on others.

But even so, was guilt the only reason he stayed with Scarlett?

If he accompanied Scarlett to the wrap party, he’d be announcing to the world, once again, that she was his woman.

And my deliberate attempt to take him out for dinner would look like nothing but a show.

Blake had already made his choice long ago.

Even though he forcefully kept me by his side, he would never choose me.

“Let’s go back,” I said, pulling away from his embrace.

Blake chuckled softly. “Are you angry already?” His hand reached out to stroke the hair beside my ear. “Why is it you never get angry with anyone else, only me? Is it because I’m different to you?”

In my heart, I had to admit he was right. There was only one Blake Wright in this world, and I couldn’t erase our history or what I’d felt for him.

Once, I would have told him plainly, “Yes, you are different.” But now I just said, “Blake, you’re overthinking it.”

The street was dim, and with no light in the car, I could barely make out Blake’s face.

But I could feel the dissatisfaction radiating from him, his desire to make me yield, to give him what he wanted.

His ego was bruised, and he wasn’t getting the satisfaction he craved from me.

Surprisingly, Blake didn’t take me home. Instead, he directed the driver to a high–end bar downtown. We sat at the counter like any normal couple–him drinking, me lost in thought.

The alcohol seemed to embolden him. Under the bar’s dim lighting, Blake suddenly pulled me close and kissed me, as if even he didn’t understand why he was doing it.

When the bartender hooted and made a comment, Blake grinned, wrapping his arm around me proudly. “This is my wife,” he announced, the possessiveness in his voice unmistakable…

His unusual enthusiasm tonight was overwhelming. I didn’t know how to handle this version of Blake.

When our driver arrived, Blake eagerly pushed me into the backseat. He grabbed my chin, pressed his hand against the back of my head, and kissed me deeply before the partition even went up.

The driver tactfully raised the divider and drove smoothly through the night streets.

“Anna, tell me you love me,” Blake murmured against my lips. “Tell me you’re jealous.”

“You’re drunk,” I said, turning my face away to escape his kiss.

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Chapter 218

“Anna, I need to hear you say it. He gently bit my lower lip.

‘Stop it, you’re really drunk, I insisted.

He cupped my face, a mischievous smile spreading across his features. “But I haven’t kissed you enough yet.