Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275

Anna’s POV:

I pushed open the car door and stepped out.

I should’ve checked my horoscope before leaving home today. My divorce celebration party with Emily gets mined, and of craire», efiking ramutaing de name Blake Wright inevitably connects back to Claire. There’s no escaping her. I’m so sick of this shir

The mere thought of Claire made me gag. Something about the air suddenly felt wrong, triggering my nausea. Bent over, grabbing into a the lining the sidewalk for support as mucus and tears flowed simultaneously.

“Anna!” Blake’s voice came from behind me. His hand touched my shoulder, and the contact only made me heave harder. The smell from his body was unbearable.

He handed me a handkerchief. Seeing your strong reaction, you still care about me, don’t you? he said with a smirk

Morning sickness, I reminded myself, That’s all this is.

“Don’t stay out in the cold. Let’s go home, Blake said softly.

Blood rushed to my head at the word “home.” I swung my handbag hard against his shoulder.

“Which home?” I shouted. The Seaside Manor Claire had taken over? The Sunshine Villa where we’d lived briefly? Or the Wright Estate where I’d waited for him countless nights? How dare he casually mention “home” like it still existed for us.

I kept hitting him with my bag, harder with each swing, unleashing months of pent–up rage.

Blake’s expression shifted from amusement to cold detachment. He didn’t dodge my blows.

“Feeling better now?” he asked calmly.

“No!” I shouted.

I hurled the entire bag at his face. It bounced off, rolled away, and spilled its contents across the sidewalk. Photos scattered around Blake’s feet – evidence I’d been saving for our divorce.

Blake stooped to pick them up one by one, examining each photo of his “dear sister” Claire with Frank Hamilton, a man old enough to be her grandfather.

His face remained impassive as he mechanically collected them. A sudden gust caught him off guard. He missed grabbing one, then violently slammed the collected photos to the ground.

One flying photo cut across his cheek, drawing blood. His hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched as he stared directly into my eyes.

“Anna, if you want to make this public, social media would be your quickest option,” he said coldly.

“Thanks for the suggestion!” I spat back.

His words were both a warning and a threat. He’d known about these photos all along.

The realization hit me hard – Claire’s importance to him was beyond my comprehension.

When I was falsely accused of having an affair with Seth, everyone around me suffered the consequences.

Yet here was evidence of Claire with another man, and Blake chose to ignore it, keeping her by his side.

“Anna, what’s wrong with you!” Blake suddenly shouted, reaching toward me.

The distance between us seemed to grow. Blake rushed forward and caught me before I collapsed.

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Chapter 275

Only then did I realize I’d nearly Tainted fram khaustion

I laughed hysterically at the absurdity of it all Blake, if we don’t finalize this divorce today, I promise I’ll kui yow cluid

After enduring this nightmare of an evening, Blake and Claire had finally driven me insane

Blake carried me to the hospital in a blur. I barely registered his frantic calls of my name during the ride. At the hospital, he demanded the best dentals while nurses whisked me into emergency care.

New, a doctor was preparing to administer medication to prevent miscarriage when I stopped her. I stared directly at Blake, making my intentions clear

The doctor exploded at Blake. “You should keep her emotions stable! Do you want to lose this baby? Why put her through all those injections if you didn’t care?

She continued her tirade: ‘Are you the father? Your wife’s health is terrible, yet you let her get pregnant, then abandon her. She’s always alone, silently getting her injections then leaving. I’ve seen many patients, but this breaks my heart. Her absence I could understand, but now you show up and send her into pre–miscarriage symptoms!”

“God, this is infuriating! I’m giving you five minutes to talk, then I must administer the medication!”

Blake flipped through my medical records, his face growing increasingly dark.

Since learning about this pregnancy, I’d done everything to avoid another tragedy.

My treatment schedule had progressed from daily injections to three shots every two days, then two shots daily. Every moment was spent in anxious anticipation, fearing another loss while hoping this baby would survive.

The only sound in the high–end hospital room was Blake turning pages of my medical file.

“Why… why is it like this?” Blake finally spoke.

“It can’t be your body – it must be this hospital! I’ll call my assistant to find specialists for a consultation. My child can’t be this troublesome for us!”

Blake paced anxiously. “Who’s been taking care of you? Was it that Martha woman? Did she feed you something that turned your body into a sieve?”

I noticed he suspected the housekeeper but never his stepmother Caroline.

“Blake,” I called softly. He immediately knelt beside me, holding my hand.

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“Is the blanket uncomfortable? I’ll remove it. Don’t move yourself. This place isn’t good enough – I don’t trust this hospital. When you’re feeling better, we’ll transfer you somewhere better.”

I smiled weakly and shook my head. “It’s too late.”

“What’s too late?” he asked, confused.

“I’m bleeding…” I replied calmly,

Blake’s pupils constricted as he lifted the blanket to find the bed sheets soaked red. He screamed for the doctor, but I stated my condition – no divorce, no

treatment.

“Anna, you’d risk your body and our child’s life just to leave me?” Blake asked painfully.

“It’s not my choice alone. The decision is yours. You understand what I’m saying.”