Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Anna’s POV:

I woke up again to the sound of Blake’s voice ordering breakfast outside our hotel room.

I couldn’t help smiling when I heard him specifically mention that the pastries were for ‘his wife. Always the performer, playing the role of devoted husband when it suited him.

At this point, I didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth.

I quietly packed my suitcase, ready to leave as soon as possible. When I emerged from the bathroom, Blake had arranged an elaborate breakfast spread on the table.

I caught him hurriedly stuffing something into his pocket – the crinkle of aluminum foil giving him away – before he took a sip of coffee, clearly trying to hide whatever he was doing.

“Sleep well?” he asked casually,

I nodded, though we both knew better.

The dark circles under his eyes betrayed his restless night, while I’d carefully concealed my exhaustion under a thick layer of foundation.

His eyes narrowed when he spotted my packed suitcase. “Goi

somewhere?”

‘Chicago, I lied smoothly. “Emily set up an interview for me. EcoMarine has been doing a lot of charity work lately and needs some positive press. She thought I’d be a good fit.”

Blake’s jaw tightened. “You’re not coming home with me?” He shook his head in disapproval. “She has you running all over the country while she sits comfortably in her office.”

I just smiled, silently thanking Emily for being my unwitting alibi.

When I stood to leave, Blake immediately called after me. “Eat something first. I’ll come with you. The interview can’t take that long- a day at most.”

‘No need. You can’t leave your company. I’ll head back once I’m done.”

Suddenly, Blake blocked my path, his body tense. “Look at all this food I ordered – all your favorites.”

‘I can’t eat much on my own, and you’re only having coffee. It’s just going to waste anyway,” I replied.

Blake grabbed my suitcase from my hand. “I’ll join you.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me firmly to the table before pulling out a chair.

After sitting across from me, he picked up a pastry and took a bite. “Try it. The hotel’s breakfast is actually quite good.”

‘So you can eat breakfast,” I said flatly.

‘Of course I can. I’m human.“/

‘I thought you only drank coffee.”

“No,” Blake explained. “Claire once joked that successful people only drink coffee in the mornings. We were staying somewhere without anyone to cook for us, so it just became a habit.”

The realization hit me like a brick. Blake’s entire life, every habit and preference, was inexorably tied to Claire.

I remembered how during our early marriage, he never ate the breakfasts I prepared.

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I tried changing recipes, styles, everything but he never touched them. Claire always eriled up eating then instead.

‘Don’t worry, Blakey only needs his morning coffee, Claice had told me once with that sugary smile of hers. He won’t out what your make, bit dem i kat t

Tll eat it! It’s delicious!

I had actually felt grateful for her kindness” back then. What a fucking joke.

I stood up abruptly. “Enjoy your meal. I really need to go my flight leaves soon.”

I told you I’m coming with you, Blake insisted, grabbing his jacket and wheeling my suitcase toward the door

“Fine. Do whatever you want,” I conceded, too tired to argue.

At the airport, Blake was arranging our tickets when his assistant called.

William had been rushed to the emergency room. Apparently, Blake had hung up on his father earlier that morning, sending the old man into caufiae artest

his heart monitor had flatlined.

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Within minutes, Blake had pulled strings to have a departed flight return to the gate for him and arranged VIP access to board the earliest flight back t

Boston.

1 sat on the cold airport chair, listening to the repeated announcements calling for “Mr. Wright” to board immediately.

“You really have no intention of coming back with me?” Blake asked, his voice strained. “He was good to you once. If this is the last chance to see him…

“Yeah, once,” I emphasized. “Besides, isn’t his dutiful son returning enough? I’m not part of the Wright family anymore.”

“What if I say you are?”

“That’s not up to you, Blake. Go. I have work.”

“Anna,” his voice hardened, “is work more important than family now? That job of yours-

“What about it?” I snapped. “Are you going to find another woman to steal all my opportunities from me again? One who almost gets me killed?”

Blake’s fists clenched as he strode toward me.

He yanked me up from my seat with one hand and cupped the back of my head with the other.

I expected violence, but instead, he kissed me with unexpected gentleness before pulling me into an embrace.

“Anna, I’m scared,” he whispered. “What if my dad dies and you’re not there with me?” His voice cracked. ‘I can’t imagine how you managed on your own back then. It breaks my heart thinking about it, and now I’m facing the same thing.”

He pulled back to look into my eyes. “Do you care about me at all? Please come back with me.”

My mind flashed to my mother’s final days – that frantic flight to Switzerland, desperately wishing Blake would appear by my side.

I would have agreed to anything he asked then, just to have someone share that burden.

I understood his panic, his dread. But I also knew better now. Every time I let myself feel sorry for Blake, he found a way to hurt me tenfold.

“If something actually happens to your father,” I said carefully, “call me. I promise I’ll come back to be with you.”

Blake’s face darkened. “That’s too far, Anna. I don’t believe in jinxes, but I don’t appreciate you talking about him like that.”

He released me, disappointment etching his features as he turned and walked away without looking back.

Five minutes later, the announcements stopped. Blake’s plane took off, soaring into the clouds. I boarded my own flight shortly after.

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I tried changing recipes, styles, everything – but he never touched them. Claire always ended up eating them instead.

‘Don’t worry, Blakey only needs his morning coffee, Claire had told me once with that sugary smile of here. He won’t rot what mit make li

I’ll eat it! It’s delicious!”

I had actually felt grateful for her kindness‘ back then. What a fucking joke.

I stood up abruptly. Enjoy your meal. I really need to go my flight leaves soon.”

I told you I’m coming with you,” Blake insisted, grabbing his jacket and wheeling my suitcase toward the door

“Fine. Do whatever you want,” I conceded, too tired to argue.

At the airport, Blake was arranging our tickets when his assistant called.

William had been rushed to the emergency room. Apparently, Blake had hung up on his father earlier that morning, sending the old man into cardiac arrest

his heart monitor had flatlined.

Within minutes, Blake had pulled strings to have a departed flight return to the gate for him and arranged VIP access to board the earliest fight back