Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318

I touched her cheek. “Everything you want to handle, I’m taking care of. You’re sick – I won’t let you worry about business with another man.

Anna turned away. “What do you mean ‘another man‘? Why do you always twist things?”

I turned her face back. “What is Daniel if not another man? I want you to rely on me, not pretend to be strong when you’re not.”

I could see my words affecting her, but she pulled awa

her voice deliberately cold. “What’s wrong with being a strong woman?”

“The woman I’ve always cared about was never just some ‘strong woman,” I replied honestly. “I admire your strength, but what I love is the courage you give me to stand behind you and catch you if you fall. That’s what a man should do.‘

I saw emotion flicker across her face. “You don’t believe me?” I asked.

‘I do, she answered softly.

But I could read her thoughts clearly: she was thinking about Claire, about how my shoulders weren’t meant to support just one person.

When I leaned forward to kiss her forehead, she turned away, leaving me frustrated.

‘I want to sleep now,” she murmured.

‘Sleep then,” I said. “When you wake up, I should be able to give you an explanation.”

Anna looked surprised. “What explanation?”

“The one you want to hear,” I replied, then added, “But it’s not quite time yet.”

As Anna closed her eyes, I watched her face relax into sleep. All the pain and humiliation you’ve suffered, Anna, I thought, I’ll make it right. This time, I’ll prove my feelings through actions, not just words.

Anna’s POV:

I woke the next morning to an empty bed. Blake was gone. A hollow feeling settled in my chest, though I my natural state.

y reminded myself that solitude had become

My body felt better, though my head still felt light and I remained weak. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where I discovered a note stuck to the refrigerator door:

“Food’s in the microwave. Heat for three minutes and it’s ready to eat. I went back to check on Nora.”

I noticed the word “Don’t” had been crossed out before the last line, which read: “We’ll talk when I get back!“.

My fingertips traced his handwriting, feeling something stir inside me.

I crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash can, staring at the heated food but finding no appetite.

I missed Nora. The house felt too empty without her little footsteps and babbling voice. I wasn’t used to living alone anymore.

I plugged in my phone, which had died overnight, and it immediately began buzzing with notifications. Emily had sent multiple messages and several screen recordings.

I opened one of the videos and felt my stomach drop. My name was trending in social news: Anna Anderson–Murderer.

Claire had been in a car accident and was now in the hospital–and she was blaming me.