Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 238

I watched Anna pack her suitcase, throwing clothes in and barely bothering to fold them. The air between us felt like it was made of concret

“So you believe me? Lasked, hating how hopeful I sounded.

She barely looked up. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

Her blow–off tone cut deep. This wasn’t my Anna–the woman who’d fight me tooth and nail, who’d demand answers until she got them. This was someone i didn’t recognize, someone who couldn’t even be bothered to call me on my bullshit anymore.

“You promised you’d give me a chance,” I said, my jaw tight. ‘You said you would.*

“Changed my mind.” She shrugged, still packing. “Just kidding. Forget I said anything.

Something snapped inside me. My fists balled up so tight my knuckles went white before I forced them open. My whole body went ice cold with anger

“So everything I feel is just a joke to you?” I spat.

She brushed past me, barely touching my shoulder. “Feelings? Save that crap for someone who cares.” She stopped at the door. Scarlett’s trial starts next month. If you’re planning to help her, tell me now so I don’t waste my time finding a decent lawyer.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Anna, she tried to fucking kill you. You seriously think I’d protect her? What kind of monster do you think I am?

“Good to know.” She reached for the door.

“Anna! I called after her. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She stopped, hand on the knob. “What question?”

‘In your head, what am I to you?”

The silence felt endless. When she finally spoke, her voice was dead flat. “A business partner, I guess.”

My eyes went cold. I saw her shiver under my stare. Four fucking years of marriage boiled down to a business deal? Rage hit me like a freight train.

Before she could leave, I grabbed her wrist. I yanked her up, my grip crushing her waist. I swept everything off the display case–my watch, Claire’s ballet stuff–sending it all crashing down. I slammed her onto the cold glass.

I ripped her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. She fought under me as I pinned her down, kissing her hard shoving my tongue in her mouth. I tore at her skirt, my fingers digging into her thigh, leaving red marks.

“Stop!” she gasped.

“Why the hell should I?” I growled. “We’re just business partners, right? Since when do business partners give a shit about feelings or where we fuck?”

*Fine, but not here,” she hissed. “Claire’s dance crap here. Makes me sick.”

“None of my business partners get to make demands,” I said, ice in my voice. “You don’t either.”

I slammed into her again, my body crashing against hers with raw, unyielding force that jolted us both.

Her legs spread wide under the immense pressure, her muscles straining and trembling as she let out a sharp scream that e walls.

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through the dimly lit

The air thickened with tension, and the display case creaked beneath us.

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Chapter 238

I pinned her hands above her head, my fingers clamping her wrists against the cool glass, Red marks appeared, destined to bruits Koge

Blake, don’t, please not here, she begged, her voice trembling and her eyes pleading wide in the faint light,

1 ignored her plea and crushed my mouth to hers in a brutal kiss.

My teeth caught her lip, drawing blood that tasted warm and metallic. She whimpered, her borly arching in resistance as she tried to twist away, her brean coming in gasps.

I grabbed her hair and yanked it hard, making her scalp burn as strands pulled free.

Her head snapped back, and I forced her to face me, our noses brushing while our breaths mingled in the stifling air.

My belt buckle clanked against the case as I undid it quickly.

I shoved into her, and her body went rigid with pain. She cried out, her nails scraping my chest and leaving stinging lines. I thrust deeper, each movem powerful and relentless,

“Stop, please,” she sobbed, tears streaming down and soaking her clothes while her voice broke.

“Business partners don’t get to say stop,” I whispered coldly, my words making her shiver as I leaned closer.

I increased the force, my thrusts coming harder and faster.

Her body jerked, her head banging against the case with dull thuds. The room filled with heavy breathing and sobs, shadows closing in around us.

“Look at me,” I demanded, gripping her chin and forcing her gaze up.

Her eyes met mine, brimming with tears and hate.