Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

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Anna’s POV:

“I should have killed you! No… I should kill all of you! I’m going to kill all of you!!” Tyler’s eyes bulged as he screamed at me, his face contorted with rage.

I leaned forward, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. “Tyler, listen to me. Your trial starts in a week. That’s unusually fast – these things normally take over a month to get to court.” I paused, letting that sink in. “But with the Wright family involved, they’re pushing everything through at record speed.”

“If you don’t recant your confession soon, nobody will be able to help you,” I warned, raising my voice. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Nobody!”

The heavy door behind me creaked open.

Blake stood in the doorway, dressed entirely in black, his face unreadable.

The air felt suddenly thick, impossible to breathe.

He took two deliberate steps into the room. Several police officers followed him in and immediately moved to escort Tyler away. Tyler shot me one last hateful glance before they dragged him out.

“Trying to get him to recant?” Blake’s voice was eerily calm as he approached me.

I said nothing, my body frozen in place.

Blake tossed a stack of papers onto the table. They slid across the surface, some spilling onto the floor. Before I could react, he grabbed my collar and yanked me to my feet.

“Blake-” I gasped, but couldn’t finish.

In one swift

vement, he pinned me against the wall, his hand around my throat. Not tight enough

completely, but enough that each breath became a struggle.

dn’t do anything!” His voice rose to a roar, his face inches from mine. “Anna! You’re a

fingers clawed desperately at his hand. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision.

After what felt like eternity, he released me. I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping.

Blake stepped back, smoothing his sleeves with casual elegance, as if he hadn’t just assaulted me. I touched my throat, feeling the tender skin where his fingers had pressed.

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“I told you that you would beg me eventually,” he said, his voice returning to that controlled, icy tone. “Anna, have you finally admitted you’ve lost?”

Tears streamed down my face, but I glared up at him. “Never,” I rasped. “Get out!”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. “As you wish. Stay here and think about what you’ve done.”

“Get out!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Get out! I never want to see you again!”

I grabbed the papers from the floor–his so–called “evidence“-and tore them to shreds, flinging the pieces toward the door as he left without looking back.

I lost track of time in my cell. Days blurred together.

When the door to my cell finally opened, I expected someone from the Wright family. Maybe William or Caroline coming to scold me or try to reason with me.

Instead, Seth walked in, looking disheveled and sporting fresh bruises on his knuckles.

“You’re such a wimp,” he said, dropping onto the bench across from me. “I leave you alone and you end up like this? You’re making me look bad.”

Despite everything, I almost smiled. Seth and I had been antagonizing each other since childhood. Four years of marriage to Blake hadn’t changed that.

“I’ve been waiting four years for you to work at EcoMarine Group,” he continued, examining his bruised hand. “And just so you know, I’ve already docked your first month’s pay.”

“Seth Price, you’re impossible,” I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the self-

mockery in my voice.

He grinned. “Save the attitude for when you’re out of here.”

I looked down at my hands. “I might not get out.”

“I’ll get you out,” he said, all teasing gone from his voice. “Then you can go back to hating me like

always.”

I met his eyes. “I didn’t do it.”

Seth held up his injured hand. “I know. Why else would I fight my way in here?” He winced as he flexed his fingers. “Those guards don’t mess around.”

“I need a favor,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Can you contact Michael Garcia for me?”

Something flashed in Seth’s eyes–annoyance, jealousy maybe–but he nodded. “Fine.”

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Michael arrived the next day. Unlike Seth, he didn’t need to force his way in. His position gave him

certain privileges.

“I’ll bring you good news soon,” he promised. “You’re my old buddy’s daughter, so I’ll do everything I