Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293

Anna’s POV:

The next morning, I sat feeding Nota her breakfast, gently wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“Nora, you’re staying home with Martha today. Would you like that?” I asked softly.

She stared blankly out the window, not responding.

As I prepared to leave for work, I kissed her forehead. “Mommy’s going to work now. I’ll be back tonight.”

Suddenly, Nora grabbed my blazer. “Daddy. Daddy,” she called clearly.

I frowned. “Nora, did Uncle Seth teach you this? You should call him Uncle Seth.”

She shook her head firmly. “Daddy, Daddy,” she insisted.

“Be good. Uncle Seth will come tonight. Remember to look at people when you talk to them.”

Without warning, Nora began screaming, leaning toward the window. “Daddy! Daddy!”

Following her gaze, my breath caught. There

stood Blake, leaning against a black luxury car, wearing an unseasonable black coat, his expression cold.

“Martha, take Nora upstairs!” I urged, positioning myself between Nora and the window.

Blake’s POV:

I’d been standing by the car for half an hour, my eyes never leaving the window of Anna’s home.

Watching her tenderly care for her daughter sent a sharp pain through me, stirring memories of the children we had lost. I had intended to knock on the door, but hesitated, afraid I might find another man inside. So I waited.

Anna’s POV:

I rushed outside, fists clenched. “Blake, stop showing up here! You have no right to see my child!”

You

He smiled coldly, opening the passenger door. “Just passing by. Get in.”

I’ll be at the office before nine,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

His eyes flashed with mockery. “Since when did you become so coy, Ms. Anderson? Do I need to formally invite you?”

Remembering how Blake used to drive me to work three years ago, I approached the car. “Thank you for the trouble, Mr. Wright‘

I reached for the back door when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Three years of being waited on has made you treat me like a chauffeur?”

He pushed me into the passenger seat and closed the door.

The warmth of his touch made my heart race. I quickly composed myself as he started the car.

“Have you eaten?” he asked casually.

“Yes,” I replied coldly.

“Then you can keep me company while I eat.”

The car fell silent. At a red light, Blake watched a mother and child cross the street.

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“Your child,” he asked suddenly, “is she well–behaved?”

The phrase “your child‘ stabbed at my heart. I thought of Nora’s autism, related to emotional trauma during infancy–trauma that originated with Blake

You will have your own children someday,” I said pointedly. ‘No need to concern yourself with others

Blake’s POV:

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My breathing grew heavier, and a flash of hurt and anger crossed my eyes.

“Indeed, I said, my voice strained with sarcasm. “You’ve had Seth by your side for three years. The person who should care about your child certainly isn’t

me.”

She let out a cold laugh. “You haven’t exactly been lonely either. Claire is once again the Wright family princess, living with you. With such a perfect couple, why bother mocking me?”

The word “couple” pierced my heart like a blade. I clenched my jaw, remembering how Anna had left without giving me a chance to explain, simply assuming things about Claire and me. A mix of resentment and hurt welled up inside me.

Anna’s POV:

Blake’s eyes grew distant, his voice low: “Anna, do you really think you know the truth?“—

I raised my chin, meeting his gaze with determin. Of course!”

Blake’s face darkened. “What do you think I invited

you to

my

office for?”

“Just say what you want! What exactly are you trying to do?”

Blake suddenly relaxed, smiling mysteriously. “Nothing. Just breakfast.”

The car pulled up in front of a luxurious villa–Seaside Manor, our former marital home, which Blake had later given to Claire. My face turned pale.

Blake opened my door. “Get out.”

“Blake! What are you doing?” I protested.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me along the stone path into the familiar garden.

‘Let go! I can walk by myself!” I demanded angrily.

Blake stopped and turned to face me, his blue eyes unfathomable. He slowly released my hand, his face expressionless, as if looking at a stranger.

Blake’s long finger pointed toward the second–floor terrace. His voice was flat, as if commenting on the weather: “I took you there.”

My face instantly flushed red with both shame and anger. My hands balled into fists, nails digging into my palms.

Blake turned and pointed to a corner of the garden where snow had once accumulated. His tone remained even: “I pinned you deeply.”

own in the snow and kissed

I bit my lower lip hard enough to taste blood, pain and humiliation flashing in

my eyes.

I forced myself to appear composed, raising my chin with a hint of challenge in my eyes. I deliberately made my voice sound casual: ‘Everyone has a past… I’m sure you and Claire have created plenty of new memories in these places.”