Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341

Anna’s POV:

“You know something, don’t you? My voice trembled slightly as I called after Ethan’s retreating figure.

The thought of these photos made my stomach clench–those awful, intimate images hanging in Frank’s private room like trophies.

Ethan paused but didn’t turn around. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling in a controlled motion. If you stay in your lane, Anna, no one else needs to know anything.”

I couldn’t tell if his words carried a threat or a warning. The security guards at Secret Space’s underground third floor, Claire—how many others knew about those photos?

Blake’s POV:

I watched Ethan’s back with narrowed eyes, my fists clenching involuntarily. Something about his tone, the way he spoke to Anna, made my blood boil.

“Ethan!” I called out, my voice sharp as ice. “Don’t push your luck.”

Anna’s hand found my sleeve, her fingers lightly tugging at the fabric of my suit. Her head shook–slightly.

“Blake, let him go,” she whispered.

I watched Ethan disappear down the corridor, my jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Whatever was happening between him and Anna, I didn’t like being kept in the dark about it.

Anna’s POV:

As Ethan vanished from sight, I felt a strange emptiness wash over me. I stared at the spot where he’d stood, my mind racing with possibilities and fears.

Blake settled beside me, his presence comforting. His face was a storm cloud, brows drawn together in a deep furrow.

“What does he know?” Blake asked, his voice low and controlled. “Why can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

I snapped back to reality, mechanically picking up my fork and stabbing at the food in front of me. The chicken that had smelled so appetizing minutes ago now seemed completely unappetizing. I took a bite anyway, chewing without tasting.

“The food’s cold,” I said, setting down my fork. I forced a smile that felt brittle on my face. “Not very good anymore.”

“We can order something else,” Blake insisted, already reaching for his phone.

I waved my hand dismissively. “No need. I’m full anyway.”

Blake’s eyes–those piercing blue eyes that had once made my heart race–looked wounded now. “Anna,” he said softly, “what are you hiding from me? What can’t you tell me?”

Guilt washed over me as I looked at him. His eyes were like pools of concern, still slightly bloodshot from lack of sleep. I turned away, unable to bear his scrutiny.

“I just wanted to ask him about Emily and Secret Space,” I lied smoothly. “He was the man she loved deeply, after all.”

Blake sighed, clearly not believing me but choosing not to press further.

I watched Blake’s expression shift as he seemed to change tactics. Reaching for my hand, he allowed a playful smile to lift the corner of his mouth.

“Anna, am I the man you loved deeply?”

I jerked my hand away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. A cough escaped my throat as I tried to regain my composure.

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Chapter 341

That’s all in the past, I muttered, feeling heat rise to my checks.

glared at Blake, who was now sporting a satisfied smirk. You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I cleared my throat, desperate to change the subject. I need to see Michael. I have some questions about the investigation.”

Blake nodded, his expression turning serious again. “I’ll take you.”

As we settled into Blake’s car, I noticed we were surrounded by a small convoy–three cars ahead and three behind. Blake had taken Ethan’s warnings seriously, it seemed. The thought both comforted and unsettled me.

“How’s the Secret Space situation progressing?” I asked.

Blake leaned back against the leather seat, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert. “Hamilton Group is keeping things quiet. The news has been suppressed, and Secret Space hasn’t created the scandal we might have expected.”

I frowned, puzzled by this development. “How powerful are Hamilton’s connections? A place like Secret Space had such serious incidents, yet I haven’t heard anything about Frank being taken in for questioning.”

My voice wavered slightly as I thought of the victims.

“Frank is clever,” Blake explained. “Officially, he’s not the owner of Secret Space. The supposed owner has already been taken in by the police, while Frank sits in his office watching the show unfold.”

My heart sank at his words. “So it all comes down to whose signature is on the legal documents,” I said softly.”

Blake squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Frank isn’t getting away unscathed. His business partners are keeping their distance, and several projects have stalled. His reputation has taken a hit, even if it’s not public.”

I remained silent for a moment, determination building inside me. “Then we shouldn’t let this blow over.”

“We won’t, Blake promised, gripping my hand tightly.

Looking at our joined hands, I felt a surge of gratitude. Whatever his faults, whatever had happened between us, Blake was standing with me now.

And I knew it wasn’t just about justice–it was about me. He was doing this for me.