Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 73

Blake’s POV:

My mind wasn’t on the road, or the meeting I’d just left early. It was fixed on Anna.

I’d been too focused on Claire, never giving Anna the attention she deserved. But things were different now. We’d found our way back to each other, and I was determined to make up for lost time.

Turning the corner toward her apartment building, my heart skipped when I saw her.

She was crouched on the sidewalk, her slim figure hunched over. Even from a distance, I could tell something was wrong. Was it work? Or was she still blaming herself for Lillian’s death?

I parked hastily and rushed toward her. As I got closer, I could see her red, swollen eyes. The sight sent a pang through my chest.

I stood over her, casting a long shadow. She seemed lost in her own world, not even noticing my presence. I bent down, gently sliding my hands under her arms and lifting her to her feet.

She trembled slightly against me, and I hated myself for ever making her feel insecure.

“What’s with that look? Missing me too much? Crying here all by yourself?” I kept my voice soft, though I couldn’t hide my concern.

A flash of something–panic?-crossed her face before she composed herself. “Just tired, needed a moment.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers. “Where were you?”

“EcoMarine Group.”

Worry nagged at me. Was she pushing herself too hard at work just to escape the pain of missing Lilian?

“Don’t exhaust yourself,” I said, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “I can take care of you.”

Anna stood on her tiptoes to kiss my chin. Her scent enveloped me, familiar and intoxicating. “Thanks, honey. I just need something to keep me busy, or I’ll spend too much time thinking about my parents.”

My throat tightened. I’d never know the pain of losing both parents like she had. I traced her lips with my thumb. “You’re brilliant and compassionate. You were meant to be a successful woman.”

I should’ve encouraged her passion from the beginning, not tried to clip her wings the way I had.

As we walked to the car, Anna noticed the change. “You switched cars?”

I’d chosen the Rolls deliberately, wanting to make tonight special, but I just shook my head, offering no explanation. Before she could ask more questions, I guided her inside, enjoying her surprised expression.

Once inside, I raised the privacy partition, cutting us off completely from the driver.

Looking at Anna’s perfect face, I was struck by all we’d been through the fights, the reconciliations. And how I’d neglected her because of Claire.

When I leaned in, Anna placed a hand on my chest. “We’ve done this so many times these past few days. Take a break.”

Come here, I commanded, patting my thigh as I sat up straight. I enjoyed watching her hesitate. “Either sit here yourself, or I’ll put you here with your legs spread.”

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Chapter 73

Her expression froze, but eventually she gave in, sliding onto my laj

“The car switch, picking me up… is this all you think about?” she asked, settling against me.

The scent of her hair was driving me crazy. “What am I thinking about? Can’t I just hold my wife after not seeing her all day!

Since we’d reconciled, I couldn’t resist her. I was no longer the cold man I’d been.

Anna wrapped her arms around my neck, her skin warm against mine. The elegant curve of her neck, the way her skin flushed pink -it was maddening.

I captured her lips with mine, feeling her soft breath and responsive kiss. When her lips curved into a smile, my heart pounded faster. My fingers threaded through her soft hair.

Her fingertips traced my shirt collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons and touching my collarbone. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling electricity where her fingers traveled.

I bit her earlobe gently, feeling her shiver against me, her breathing becoming ragged.

“Ouch, not so hard, honey,” she whispered.

I looked up at her, captivated by her reddened eyes and the way she bit her lip.

Her long fingers traced my eyebrows, my eyes, and I nearly lost control.

The temperature in the car seemed to rise. I unbuttoned my suit jacket, watching the light dance in her eyes. Her body shifted subtly in my lap, and I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of restraint.

I grabbed her hand, probably too roughly. Her wrist felt so delicate in my grip.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

Unable to contain my desire, I tugged at her collar, pressing my lips to her collarbone, then trailing kisses up to her neck.