Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Anna’s POV:

I decided not to see Blake directly. Instead, I called Emily, convincing her to meet me for what I pitched as an urgent matter.”

It took nearly forty minutes of persuasion

o get her to agree to accompany me to Wright Group’s headquarters.

“Anna, I swear to God, this better be important,” Emily grumbled as we rode the elevator up to the executive floor. Her fingers nervously tapped against her thigh. “You know how I feel about this place.”

“It is important. Trust me,” replied. “Just follow my

lead.”

When we arrived at Blake’s office, the entire space was bathed in sunset glow. The orange–tinted light filtered through the floor–to- ceiling windows, softening the otherwise sterile corporate environment.

From the doorway, I could see Blake reclined in his imported leather chair, eyes closed, seemingly meditating on whatever CEO3 contemplate at day’s end.

His custom white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened just enough to reveal his neck. In this light, his face looked almost gentle–so different from his usual icy demeanor.

That’s when I noticed it: a dark, brownish mark on his neck. The hickey I’d deliberately left there last night.

Emily accidentally knocked into the solid wood coffee table by the window, sending a stack of magazines cascading to the floor. The

sound startled Blake awake.

His blue eyes snapped open, instantly alert and piercing as they landed on Emily. When he saw me standing beside her, his expression shifted, the sharp edge dulling slightly.

“You’re here,” he stated flatly, then looked at Emily with unmistakable displeasure. “Why is she here?”

Emily shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, crossing her arms defensively across her chest.

“Honey,” I said softly, moving behind his chair to massage his temples. “I just need to let Emily wrap up some paperwork. It won’t

take long, I promise.”

His muscles tensed under my fingers before slowly relaxing, a subtle reminder of how physically responsive he still was to my touch, even if his emotions remained locked away.

I explained that I wanted to transfer EcoMarine Group to Emily today, presenting the documents I’d had prepared.

“Just a few signatures,” I added, my voice carefully calibrated to sound sweet yet firm.

Blake studied me for a moment, then nodded curtly. For all his faults, he was always efficient with business matters. Within the hour, all papers were signed, making Emily the new owner of EcoMarine Group.

Emily stared at the documents in her hands, looking more troubled than pleased. “Anna, you’re coming with me. I’m buying you dinner whether you like it or not.” Her tone left no room for argument.

“My wife needs your charity dinner? When Blake said that, I could almost see him rolling his eyes out of the corne But when I focused, his expression was cold and steady, showing no signs of distress.

my vision.

Emily was hot–headed, and now that she had the contract in hand, I worried she might not hold back. To prevent things from escalating, I quickly grabbed her hand and started leading her outside.

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Chapter 92

As we turned to leave, Blake’s pen “accidentally slipped from his fingers, clattering against the marble floor with a sound that echoed through the silent offie. Then he let out a cold, displeased off.

“What’s with the grunt? Why doesn’t he just say what he’s really unhappy about? What a total hypocrite, Emily muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. I fell Blake stiffen behind us, his chair creaking slightly.

I practically dragged her out before the situation escalated further, my heels clicking rapidly against the polished floor.

In the hallway, Emily thrust the contract into my hands with enough force to crumple the edges. “Anna, I don’t want this company. I can’t believe you put up with this shit. You should divorce him.”

She gestured back toward the office, her face flushed with anger. “Did you see that mark on his neck? Probably from fooling around with that stepsister of his. If you hadn’t been holding my hand down during the signing, I would’ve stabbed his perfect face with that pen!”

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I winced internally. That mark was my doing a calculated move to make Claire jealous. The fact that I’d resorted to such tactics made me uncomfortable.”

Wasn’t I doing exactly what Claire did–using tricks and manipulation to mark my territory?

In that moment, I realized Claire and I might not be so

different after all. The thought made my stomach turn.

“It’s not what you think,” I said weakly, unable to explain the truth without sounding pathetic. “Look, just hold onto these papers. I’ll explain later, I promise.”

I sent Emily down to the lobby, then returned to Blake’s office with my heart hammering in my chest.

The moment I stepped inside, he pushed the door closed and pinned me against it, his cologne–woody and expensive–enveloping me like a cloud. His body was warm against mine, familiar yet somehow always intimidating.

“Mrs. Wright is so generous,” he said, his face inches from mine, close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin. “Giving away fortunes others would kill for, just like that.” His fingers traced the outline of my jaw, a deceptively gentle gesture.