Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308

Blake’s POV:

I pinned Anna beneath me, watching her face carefully.

Her eyes widened in horror, tears immediately welling up. ‘No way. 1–I saw you holding her… kissing her cheek… Her voice trembled, tears spilling down

her face.

1 forced my expression to remain icy, letting a cruel smile cutl at my lips. “So what? Just thinking about her being your child with another man makes me sick to my stomach.”

Anna collapsed beneath me, her breathing ragged as if each breath caused her pain. Hatred burned in her eyes, but I held my ground. She curled up on the bed, shaking with sobs.

Looking at her broken form, my chest tightened. I don’t want to lie to you like this, but you’d never tell me the truth otherwise. Still, I couldn’t afford to soften

now.

Suddenly, Anna lunged at me, her fists pounding against my chest. “She’ll be scared, Blake! She’s so little–how could you do this to her? Her voice wat hoarse from crying.

I caught her wrists mid–swing, bringing her palm to my lips. “Anna, I murmured, “let’s have a baby. A child that’s truly ours. What do you say?” My voice was coaxing.

She went still in my arms, as if struck. Her strength drained, and she slumped against me. Her tear–filled eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made me

uncomfortable.

“Blake, she said, each word deliberate and heavy, “you’re going to regret this.”

My brow furrowed. ‘Regret what? How could I possibly regret anything?”

Anna took a deep breath, her expression shifting to something like resignation. “You’ll regret what you did to Nora today. Nora is your-

A knock at the door cut her off. “Sir, Ma’am, I’ve brought breakfast,” Martha’s voice called through the door.

I released Anna, taking a moment to compose myself. “Come in,” I called.

*I’m almost certain Nora is my daughter. Those blue eyes–they’re unmistakably mine. And Seth’s comment. I just needed to hear Anna say it. Her secrecy angered me, but seeing her tears left me at a loss for how to end this charade.

Anna lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling with red–rimmed eyes as tears continued to slide silently down her temples. Her lips moved in a whisper I could barely hear: “Nora, my Nora…”

Anna’s POV:

Blake picked up a bowl of warm oatmeal, attempting to sound soothing. “Eat something first. We can talk after. You need your strength.”

I shoved him away and jumped out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor as I ran toward the door. “I need to find Nora!”

Before I could reach the door, Blake caught me around the waist and carried me to the chair by the breakfast table.

He leaned down, hands gripping the armrests, caging me in. “You don’t even have the energy to

Where do you think you’re going?”

Blake, I pleaded, my eyes burning with tears, “just let me see Nora first. I haven’t seen her in days. I miss her. I can’t eat anything. Please…”

When his expression remained unmoved, something inside me snapped. I knocked the oatmeal bowl from his hands, sending food splattering across table.

‘What gives you the right to keep me from Nora?” I demanded. “She’s my child!”

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Chapter 308

Blake’s face darkened. Anna, your chose to come with me, didn’t you? I told you I don’t want anyone else, I only want you! So stop bringing sa stop provoking me! You won’t like the consequencest

I stared at his cold expression, bitterness filling my heart. Finally, I whispered, “But Nora is your child…”

Blake froze completely, his face a canvas of pure astonishment.

I lifted my gaze to meet his directly. “Nora really is my child. My child… Nora… Nora Wright…”

His body began to tremble slightly. He suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, his voice breaking. “My child… I really have a child…

I felt wetness against my shoulder–his tears, falling silently.

I gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to look him in the eyes. ‘Blake, I’m asking you one more time. Where is Nora?” My voice was steady now, determined.

Blake slowly sank to his knees before me, burying his face against my stomach. His voice shook as he confessed, “Downstairs… eating… Martha is with her… He could barely form complete sentences through his emotion.

With the confirmation that Nora was safe, the terror in my heart subsided slightly, only to be replaced by a profound sense of betrayal. He had used our child to manipulate me.

Blake lifted his tear–streaked face to mine. “Anna, thank you. Thank you so much… I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.” His voice trembled as he repeated, “Anna… thank you…”

I looked down at the man kneeling before me and gently stroked his hair. My mind raced with conflicting emotions. I realized Blake might be trying to fill the void of his own childhood. I wondered if keeping him from his daughter had been the right thing to do. A twinge of guilt crept into my heart.

*Blake,‘ I said quietly, pushing him away. “Stay here for a bit. I’m going downstairs to see Nora.”

In the living room, Nora sat on the plush sofa playing with Martha. She waved her toy excitedly, making happy sounds.

I immediately embraced Martha. “Thank you for taking care of her, Martha.”

She studied my pale face with concern. “Mrs. Wright, what’s happened? You look terrible.”

“Martha,” I asked directly, “how has Blake been treating Nora these past couple of days?”

happy

Martha’s eyes lit up with approval. “He has been wonderful with little Nora! He prepares her breakfast himself every morning, helps wash her face and does her hair–better than I can, honestly. He’s so careful when feeding her, worried she might burn herself. He’s bought so many toys and clothes–two whole boxes full. She added meaningfully, “Most importantly, Nora trusts him completely!”

I smiled faintly. “I see.”

His skills probably came from taking care of Claire, I thought, then immediately scolded myself. That’s all in the past now.

I walked to the dressing room and changed into comfortable outdoor clothes. Taking out my phone, I called Daniel. “Daniel, come pick me up from Seaside Manor.” My voice sounded exhausted but determined.

As I walked toward the main gate, I used my phone to reserve a table at a restaurant. “I’m starving. Need to eat something first.” I rubbed my slightly painful stomach with a sigh.

Just as I approached the gate, a figure suddenly emerged from the bushes along the path. I jumped back with a startled cry.

Richard stood before me, his clothes disheveled his face haggard. He clasped his hands together in supplication. ‘Anna, please give me a chance! For the sake of my years working for your father’s company, please give me a way out!” His eyes were desperate and pleading.