Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Anna’s POV:

Blake Wright, you psychopath! Bastard! Lunatic! Let go of me! You have no right to touch me!” My voice trembled with rage.

Blake yanked me up forcefully. My fists pounded against his chest like hitting concrete. His arm locked around my waist with frightening strength.

I couldn’t create even an inch of space between us. His breath was ice–cold, his eyes covered with a glacial mist that made him look like a stranger.

‘Why are you pulling away?” His voice dropped dangerously. “Afraid I’ll do something to you?” His finger tilted my chin upward.

‘Let me go! You’re insane! Panic edged into my voice.

His finger traced down to my collarbone. “You don’t seriously think I want to kiss you, do you? Rest assured, I would never share a woman with another

man.”

My body went rigid. His words cut like knives straight to my heart.

I swung my hand toward his face. Blake caught my wrist mid–air, his grip painfully tight.

“Have you forgotten what I’ve done for you?” he said menacingly. “Those gray–area moves to help you regain control of Blue Wave? Those shareholders who hate you listen to me now. If you don’t behave, I won’t hesitate to turn them against you.”

‘Anna, until you’ve paid your debt, don’t ever think about raising a hand to me…” He released my wrist and walked to the window. “I’ll give you time to consider whether you want to listen to me.”

“Blake, threatening me like this means we can’t even be friends anymore,” I replied calmly despite my disappointment.

His shoulders tensed before quickly returning to normal.

Blake’s POV:

Our relationship was beyond repair, but it couldn’t get much worse. Keeping her tied to me was self–preservation. I couldn’t go through that pain again. I’d rather have her angry than indifferent. At least anger was still an emotional connection.

Anna’s POV:

I needed to think of Nora. I couldn’t act impulsively.

“Blake, tell me what exactly you want me to do,” I said evenly. “Whatever you paid to acquire BlueWave, I can afford it.”

Blake turned with a cold smile. “Money? You think I need money?” He laughed shortly. “Anna, what I owe those shareholders isn’t money–it’s favors.”

I frowned, my fingers clenching unconsciously.

‘What do you think they’d do to you if I told them you’d be the one repaying those favors…” he whispered

I stepped back, my face paling. Those shareholders truly hated me. I regretted ever trusting him.

Blake’s expression softened as he reached for my hand with unexpected gentleness.

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“You don’t need to be afraid. As long as you stay with me, I won’t let them hurt you,” he caressed my hand. “So you’d better not make me angry.”

Blake led me to the massive walk–in closet and turned on the lights.

‘Does this gray one look good? Or is the white one with silver stripes better?‘ he asked, pointing to different suits.

I stood frozen, scanning the closet in shock. He was maintaining a fantasy life about us, as if I never left.

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Chapter 295

“Blake, are you really better? Your condition?”

Blake paused, picking up a blue dress and holding it against me, saying nothing.

Blake’s POV:

She didn’t understand my pain. Yes, I had constructed our married life in my mind. I had immersed myself in fantasy because reality was too painful. Eichs piece of clothing was carefully selected, imagining how she would look wearing them.

Anna’s POV:

I knocked the dress from his hands forcefully.

A flash of hurt crossed Blake’s eyes before he composed himself. He folded the dress neatly and tossed it into the trash.

“What if I’m not better? Would you leave me again? His eyes filled with pain and accusation.

His gaze broke my heart, but I couldn’t soften. He wasn’t the person I knew anymore.

Blake suddenly froze, his eyes bloodshot with anger, his breathing rapid. He staggered back and walked toward the bar.

I heard glass shattering and followed cautiously.

Blake stood with his back to me, fists clenched, arms trembling uncontrollably.

“Did I scare you?” His voice was hoarse and pained.

My eyes burned with tears. All of this is because of his illness–a physical manifestation of emotional trauma.

Blake began cleaning up the broken glass. “Old problem, don’t worry. I haven’t been like this for a long time.”

He sat down and gestured for me to join him. “My assistant Melissa injured her leg. I need you to replace her as my companion at various functions. You must be available whenever I call, until I find someone else.” He smiled slightly. “There will be benefits if you cooperate.”

This request was better than expected. It gave me time to maneuver.

I nodded and prepared to leave.

‘Do you still remember my phone number?” he asked expectantly.

“No,” I lied, avoiding his gaze.

His expression fell before hardening. “Call me,” he insisted, holding out his phone.

I just returned to the States and haven’t gotten an American phone plan yet, I stammered.

Blake’s expression darkened.