Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Anna’s POV

The atmosphere between Blake and me was suffocating as we drove back. Neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us like a physical barrier.

Blake’s phone rang, breaking the quiet. “Claire’s injuries are serious. They’ll treat her first, then detain her. Police will guard her at the hospital.

“I see,” I replied flatly, closing my eyes and leaning against the car door, deliberately turning away from Blake.

Anna, Blake’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Why are you upset? I thought you’d be happy that I stood up for you.”

I kept my eyes closed. “It’s not that I care about Claire. It’s your methods–the cruelty,

torture. You’ve changed, Blake.”

Ave Nora and go home. Please don’t make me wait too long.”

*Blake, I finally said, “we’re not right for each other. I need some space. I want to

Panic flashed across his face. “Home? Seaside Manor is your home.” His voice grew desperate. “Tell me what I did wrong. I can fix it, I promise. Please don’t shut me out–it terrifies me when you do that.”

“Your methods are too extreme,‘ I said firmly. “You’ve become someone I don’t recognize anymore.”

Blake pulled me into his arms. “I’ll change, I swear I will.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “From the moment I returned to Boston, you’ve been saying you want what’s best for me, yet you kept me trapped at Seaside Manor. How am I supposed to trust you now?”

My voice cracked. “I’m afraid the next ‘Claire‘ will be me.”

‘I swear I would never treat you like that!” Blake’s voice was raw with emotion. ‘I’ll always love and cherish you!”

I shook my head, unable to believe him. His promises meant nothing after all the pain he’d caused.

And he still didn’t know Claire was the one who killed William. I decided this wasn’t the right time to tell him–who knew what he might do to Claire if he found out, or how it might affect his already fragile mental state./

At Anderson Villa, I directed Blake as we packed Nora’s belongings.

*These are Nora’s custom bowls and utensils, I explained. “They’re specially designed to help with her cognitive development.”

Blake carefully folded Nora’s tiny clothes. “I seem to have missed important stages in your and Nora’s lives,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Is it too late to make up for that?”

I looked at him seriously. “You can still be a good father to her.”

Blake’s face brightened with hope.

*But I don’t need you to make anything up to me,” I added firmly. “I’m just your ex–wife. Nothing more.”

His expression crumbled. “You know I love you. You know I want to remarry you. Why say such things?”

“Because that’s how I truly feel,” I replied. “And since we’re having this conversation, let me be clear–I’ll only say this once.”

I recounted all the humiliations I’d suffered because of Claire, how Blake had always defended her.

‘Claire could stand beside you and call you ‘Blakey–all paid for with my love for you,” I said bitterly.