Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

“Who gave you permission to wear her clothes? My voice was deadly quiet.

Claire’s expression shifted instantly from pain to calculation. “This?” She smoothed the dress, “Blakey, I look good in it too! What’s the point of buying her all those clothes when she never wears them? But I will wear them for you!”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a purr. “If you like mature women, I can be mature too. Whatever kind of woman you want, whatever you like in bed, I can be that for you.”

A smile spread across my face–not one of amusement but something darker, more dangerous. Claire mistook it for encouragement.

“Show me what you did last night.”

I sat down in a nearby chair, watching her. Claire’s face lit up as she moved behind me, her fingers massaging my temples.

“So this is what you like,‘ she murmured. “Yesterday you said your head hurt after drinking too much. I massaged you, and you said I had magic hands… that I made you feel so good.”

Her hands slid from my temples to my neck, then to my shirt collar. Her fingers began undoing the top button.

“Just like this,” she whispered. “I unbuttoned your shirt one by one, to make you more comfortable.”

“One by one?” I caught her hand, stopping her.

“That’s enough. What happened next?”

Claire smiled, mistaking my question. “You grabbed my hand just like this. You said you missed me so much… that you wanted to hold me.”

… missed you? I wanted to hold you?” Each word felt like poison on my tongue.

“I was shy at first, but you were so eager, so passionate. I couldn’t say no to you, Blakey…”

As she attempted to climb onto my lap, I shoved her away with my foot. She stumbled backward, confusion replacing her previous smile.

“So you climbed on top of me,‘ I said coldly, “and deliberately created that scene for Anna to witness.”

Claire’s face contorted with rage and hurt. “Anna, Anna, Anna! Blakey! What about our years together? Have you forgotten everything? I’m Claire!”

I stood, towering over her. “Blame yourself for betraying my trust, for developing these disgusting thoughts about me. Claire Wright, we grew up together. You’re my stepsister. I’ve always treated you like my real sister. Since you dared to cross that line, you can face the consequences yourself.”

Tears streamed down her face. “Blakey, I love you so much! Why are you rejecting the person who loves you most?”

I turned away, unable to look at her anymore. At the door, I paused long enough to tell Melissa: “Don’t let her appear in front of me again.”

Melissa’s POV:

I watched Blake climb into his car, his face a mask of controlled fury. Only when his vehicle disappeared from view did I turn back to the entrance. Claire stood in the doorway, tears streaming down her face.

Finally. This day has been a long time coming.,

“Miss Wright,” I said pleasantly, “Mr. Wright specifically said he doesn’t want to see you again. Since you can’t seem to listen, these gentlemen will have to teach you how.”

Claire backed away, her eyes darting between me and the, security team. “What are you doing? What are you going to do?” Her voice rose to a shriek. “I’m

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