Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Anna’s POV:

Samy wife is still a little girl at heart?” Blake smiled at me.

I nodded, embarrassed but happy. The spinning had made me dizzy, though, and a wave of lightheadedness washed over me, i stumbled slightly against him,

“Anna?” Blake’s playful expression quickly turned to concern. “What’s wrong?”

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“Nothing, I’m just My stomach growled loudly, betraying me.

Blake’s eyes narrowed. “When was the last time you ate?”

I tried to remember. Breakfast? No, I’d skipped it rushing to work. Lunch? I’d been reviewing files…

“You haven’t eaten all day, have you?” Blake didn’t wait for my answer. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward his car. “We’re getting food in you right now.”

I wanted to resist on principle–some stubborn part of me still wary of his sudden kindness–but my empty stomach overruled my pride.

“Fine,” I said, letting him guide me to his Bentley.

Downtown Boston glittered with lights as we drove through the city, Luxury boutiques and high–end restaurants lined the streets, their windows glowing with expensive displays.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, remembering a conversation with Emily years ago.

“When you can drop thirty grand in one night eating, drinking, and playing without blinking, that’s when you’ve seen how Boston’s elite really live,” she’d said.

How naive I’d been. My ideas of luxury had been so limited compared to the reality of Blake’s world.

The car stopped in front of Panoramic, a famous revolving rooftop restaurant. Blake helped me out, his hand warm against the small of my back.

“Mr. Wright,” the host greeted us with a deep bow. “Your private floor is ready.”

Private floor? I shot Blake a questioning look.

“I reserved the top floor,” he said casually, as if booking an entire restaurant level was completely normal.

In four years of marriage, Blake had never done anything like this for me. We’d never had a proper date night, let alone one where

he rented out an entire restaurant floor.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a stunning panoramic view of Boston’s skyline. A single table was set up in the center of the otherwise empty restaurant floor, with a small string quartet playing softly in the corner.

“Is this okay?” Blake asked, pulling out my chair.

I nodded, speechless. The waiter appeared immediately, pouring a deep red wine.

“1982 Bordeaux,” the sommelier announced with reverence.

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As Blake sat across from me, perfectly at ease in this extravagant setting, I realized something.

hot just the passionate side of romance, but a mature

At twenty six, I was finally experiencing what I’d wanted all along relationship with someone who could offer both emotional and material stability.

The frony wasn’t lost on me that this was happening just when I’d early given up on our marriage.

The man sitting across from me was confident, powerful, and tonight attentive. He didn’t need to boast about what he could provide. This entire evening, which must have cost a small fortune, as just a regular dinner for him.

“Blake,” I said after the waiter had served our main course, “did you mean what you said earlier? About letting your guard down for

me?”