Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

Anna’s POV:

I never thought I’d feel so detached watching Blake collapse right in front of me. His tall frame just crashed to the floor like a felled tree

The divorce papers slipped from my hands, landing on the polished hardwood where people’s panicked footsteps quickly covered them with diet marks.

A housekeeper passing by the half–open door screamed when she saw what happened. She rushed in to help, and within seconds, the room filled with people, all scrambling to lift Blake.

“Mrs. Wright, hurry! We need to get Mr. Wright to the hospital!” someone shouted at me.

But I couldn’t move. My legs felt like two unrelated blocks of stone.

I’d loved this man, hated him, been disappointed by him, and sometimes even hopeful about our future. But right now? Nothing. I felt nothing.

Did he deserve punishment for everything he’d done? Absolutely. But did I want to be the one to deliver it? I wasn’t sure anymore.

Whether Blake and I remained married wasn’t my primary concern. I just didn’t want things to be so easy for him.

Caroline poked her head in from somewhere, drawn by the commotion. She was dressed/expensively as usual, but lacked the natural authority of a true Wright matriarch.

Everything about her screamed “imposter” – her continued presence in this house was itself stolen.

When she spotted me, her face contorted with rage. She charged toward me, finger pointed accusingly.

“Blake! What happened to him? It was you, wasn’t it?”

I shoved her away, harder than necessary. She stumbled backward, nearly falling.

‘I thought you were the high–and–mighty Mrs. Wright with someone backing you,” I said coldly. “Before you try anything with me again, remember who you’re dealing with.”

‘I’m the CEO of BlueWave Technologies and holder of 11% of Wright Group shares. What do

“Anna, don’t be so cruel,” Caroline hissed. “I’ll tell Blake about this when he-

‘Go ahead, tell him. See if he takes your side against me.”

you

have?”

I turned to leave but couldn’t resist one final jab. “Here’s some advice – I bet he’d love some homemade soup from his mother right about now.”

Walking out of the room, my mind drifted back to the day after William’s death, when the family lawyer read the will. Blake had just returned home when the announcement was made: 90% of everything to Blake, 10% to me, and Caroline and Claire were explicitly excluded.

The will specified they should leave the estate immediately, with particular emphasis that Claire should never set foot in the Wright household again.”

But Blake, without hesitation, had overruled his father’s wishes. “You don’t need to move out. You’re used to living here, he told them.

Claire had immediately thrown herself into his arms, sobbing, “I knew Blakey wouldn’t abandon Mom and me!”

Later that night, when Blake finally came to our/bedroom, he’d whispered, “I don’t want to lose any more family. Can you understand that?”

I hadn’t answered. Neither would his father, if he could hear.

Two hours later, I found myself at the cemetery where dark clouds covered the spring sun, making Boston feel colder than it should. Even in my thick

cashmere coat, kneeling before my parents‘ graves sent chills through my body.

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Blake’s father died, I told the headstones quietly. He’s an orphan now too.

Logically, we should be leaning on each other after four years of marriage… I wiped a fear as the cold wind stung my face.

But there’s nobody behind me, I can trust anymore. He’s not someone I can turn my back to safely…

I traced the engraved letters of my parents‘ names. ‘Dad, Mom, what was the biggest lie you ever told each other?”

The cemetery caretaker recognized me and came over to offer condolences. He remarked on what a dutiful daughter–in–law I was.

As he walked away, my thoughts drifted to the days before William’s funeral, how Blake had locked himself in his study for a full day and night. When he emerged, he surprised me with his decision: he wouldn’t bury William next to his birth mother.

Instead, he placed William near my parents‘ graves, making them “neighbors.”

“Why?” I’d asked him.

“They didn’t give me a complete family either,” Blake had replied.

I nearly pointed out that his mother had died of illness – it wasn’t her choice to leave – but kept silent. I understood this was all about Blake’s obsession with family.

‘You’re not planning to bury Caroline here someday, are you?” I’d asked.

Blake pulled me into his arms. “Never.”

His tired eyelashes brushed against my cheek as he breathed in my perfume. For just a moment, my heart softened enough to believe him.

The memory faded as I slowly made my way to William’s grave. The photograph on his headstone showed a distinguished gentleman.

I had been his family for four years, but human hearts are rarely sincere. Everyone has their own agenda.

The thought made me feel bleakly philosophical.

“Mr. Wright,” I said to his photo, “I’m not here to pay respects. I just wanted to tell you that everything is only just beginning.”

I stood up, brushing dirt from my knees. “Someone like Caroline can be bought with small benefits, and people who chase small advantages often suffer big losses.”