Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

What followed was a confusion of clothing and limbs, as Blake’s movements were both rough and calculated with a cold precision meant to demonstrate ownership.

“Blake,” I said, tears in my eyes but my voice steady, “today is my mother’s funeral.”

But he ignored me.

He deliberately pushed me toward the wall near the window, each movement causing the wall to thump slightly.

I bit my lip hard, my nails digging deep into my palms, leaving crescent marks as I tried to distract myself with that small pain.

The walls and furniture creaked rhythmically. A picture frame crashed to the floor, and I stared in horror at Blake’s face, where I saw a twisted satisfaction. He was clearly making noise on purpose for Seth to hear outside.

Through a gap in the curtains, 1,saw Seth’s figure stop outside the cottage. His fists clenched and unclenched, his body rigid.

I didn? daro make a sound, afraid that if I opened my mouth, a shameful moan would escape. I closed my eyes, biting down on my arm, trying to hold back the waves of pleasure.

“Who’s in there?” Seth’s voice was taut with tension. “This isn’t a viewing area. Who is it?”

Blake suddenly leaned close to my ear, deliberately raising his voice. Anna, you’re so beautiful like this.”

I opened my eyes in an instant, his shout hitting me like a thunderbolt, and I could tell I had hurt him.

He didn’t really want me to stay quiet; in fact, he seemed eager for others to know what we were doing. The teasing glint in his eyes shifted to annoyance as he pulled away from me, leaving himself unresolved as well.

I could sense his anger. If I couldn’t get through this moment, what chance did I have to mend things between us?

“Aren’t you cold without these?” he asked afterward, his gaze sweeping over my bare legs.

“The skirt’s long enough. No one will notice,” I replied expressionlessly. No one would care anyway.

As we left the cottage, I shakily adjusted my black dress and hair. Blake looked refreshed, as if he’d just concluded a satisfying

business meeting.

We walked into the manor’s corridor.

My heart raced when I saw Seth standing there.

His eyes were bloodshot, his tie loose, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving with fury that made his entire body tremble.

A few guests and staff sensed the tension and quickly departed, leaving the three of us in the empty corridor.

Blake provocatively wrapped his arm around my waist, a barely perceptible smugness tugging at his lips.

I held onto Blake’s arm, chin slightly raised, choosing to face Seth’s anger head–on rather than shrin

“Anna!” Seth’s voice shook with rage. “This is Lillian’s funeral! How could you…” He couldn’t finish, anger and pain twisting his features.

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Chapter 65

Seth was angry, and so was I. But getting mad didn’t solve anything. It felt like I suddenly had a moment of clarity coernight.