Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 292

Blake’s POV:

I didn’t rush to speak, just lit a cigarette.

I could see the hurt in her eyes, though she tried to hide it..

*Mr. Wright, did you get drunk, lose your memory, and take a wrong turn? It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. I didn’t realize your alcohol tolerance had gotten so bad.”

My face remained expressionless as I stared at the cigarette between my fingers. I took a deep drag and turned my head to exhale the smoke away from her..

‘You’re not living with Seth?” I suddenly asked.

‘I was craving cream pie. Seth went out to buy me a late–night snack. Are you looking for him, Mr. Wright?”

I frowned, nearly blurting out words of concern. I used to always advise her against eating those overly sweet desserts. But I caught myself in time–she was someone else’s woman now, had given birth to someone else’s child.

I had only intended to look at her place from a distance, yet somehow ended up knocking on her door. I tried to convince myself I just wanted to see if she was doing well after leaving me, that I wouldn’t interfere in her life.

My expression darkened as a sudden, unbearable ache shot through my shoulder. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the room, following right behind.

“Perfect timing. I’m hungry too.”

Even in the darkness, I was familiar with the villa’s layout. I sat down in the exact spot where I’d sat years ago when I came to propose. This gesture plunged us both into memories.

“I never bought you late–night snacks,” I said abruptly.

“Mr. Wright,‘ she said flatly, “what moves people has never been a midnight snack. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I can only offer you limited hospitality. Have some water and then please leave. It’s not convenient for you to stay.”

In the darkness, she poured me a glass of water. She didn’t dare turn on the lights, afraid Nora might wake up and see someone downstairs, or that I might

see Nora.

I didn’t pick up the glass. With my hands resting on my knees, I gave a mocking smile. “Right. I heard Ms. Anderson gave up her comfortable life to spend three years abroad with Seth. Anyone would be moved by that. Some feelings really do cut to the bone, don’t they?”

Is that so? Mr. Wright, if you’re facing any troubles, you can talk to me about them. Given our past relationship, I wouldn’t ignore you.” Anna heard the sarcasm in my voice and said firmly, “Whatever harsh words you want to say to me, I can take them. I have the patience.”

“Huh.” I let out a cold laugh and then fell silent, thinking that Anna really didn’t wish me well. But didn’t I know she had t

It’s just that when everything she now possessed had nothing to do with me, I couldn’t let it go.

ience?

I couldn’t bring myself to wish her well because our separation had been so ugly, her decisiveness had been cruel to me, and even when we met again, she hadn’t said a single word of apology.

My heart was being torn by two invisible hands–half in pain, half in relief–forming my distorted face in the darkness.

“You should go,” Anna said, clearly not wanting to know what I was thinking. She only knew I didn’t belong here.

Anna reached for my glass to dump the water, hoping I’d understand she didn’t want to prolong this encounter.

But the moment she touched the glass, I moved too. My large hand forcefully covered hers, and in the next second, she tumbled uncontrollably into my

arms.

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Chapter 292

Anna braced herself against the edge of the sofa with one hand and glared up at me, meeting my ice cold, ruthless blue eyes.

The hot summer suddenly felt like an ice cave, the coldness spreading from her wrist throughout her entire body, freezing her like a rigid stone.

“Tomorrow at nine, come to my office, 1 said. Before Anna could refuse, I pulled out a yellowed agreement from my inner suit pocket. Take a good look at

this.”

With that, I released her. The thin two–page agreement fluttered to the ground, landing right next to my spotless leather shoes.

‘Blake!” Anna’s friendly facade was crumbling. “Was humiliation necessary for our reunion? I won’t look at it!”

I completely ignored what she said, slightly tapping the bottom corner of the agreement with the tip of my shoe, leaving a gray mark. I stood up to leave, kicking the agreement under the sofa as I went.

As I passed Anna, I suddenly stopped, wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her toward me.

Looking down at her with a smile, I rubbed my thumb against her waist.

She raised her hand to slap me but I caught her wrist and pinned her against the liquor cabinet.

“Why so excited?”