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His fingers found me ready, making me moan and arch into his touch. He stroked with knowing precision until I was clutching at him, the cockpit filled with my breathless pleas.
His fingers pressed deeper, relentless, igniting sparks that raced up my spine. I clawed at his shoulders as my hips bucked against his hand. Heat surged, a molten flood searing through every nerve, until my vision blurred.
A shudder ripped through me, violent and uncontainable, my voice breaking into a jagged moan. His grip tightened, holding me through the storm as my body arched, quaking, before collapsing into his arms, spent and pulsing with aftershocks.
Then his phone rang, the jarring ringtone shattering the last remnants of our tension.
Blake swore, pulling back, his chest heaving as he snatched the device from the console. “It’s my mom,” he muttered, glancing at the screen. The heat in his eyes dimmed.
I sat up, dazed, tugging my blouse back into place as he answered. His voice was curt, the conversation brief. When he hung up, he turned to me. “My mom wants us at the Wright
Estate tonight.”
“I’ll pass,” I said, fastening the last button with unsteady fingers. “We’re separating anyway.”
“Wasn’t the flight meant to recreate my proposal? I fulfilled your request, and you still dare mention divorce?” His lips curled into a cold smile.
“Then perhaps I should tell your parents about our divorce plans,” I countered.
I’m just being petulant. I know Blake’s parents are good to me, and I would never upset them. I’m just trying to provoke him.
“You know very well that my dad’s heart condition is serious. Try saying one word about it,” Blake’s voice hardened as he threatened, his voice cold as ice.
Anna’s POV:
Back at the Seaside Manor, as soon as I stepped inside, Blake grabbed my wrist. “We need to leave in thirty minutes. Get dressed.” His fingers pressed into the same spot he’d gripped at the hospital, making me wince.
“I can pick my own clothes,” I said, trying to pull away.
“Not today.” His voice left no room for argument as he pulled me toward our walk-in closet. “This dinner is important.”
I could have fought harder, but four years of marriage had taught me when to compromise.
In the closet, I hesitated before the rows of designer clothes. “This one?” I suggested, reaching for a conservative pantsuit.
Blake barely glanced at it before shaking his head. His eyes scanned the racks efficiently until he pulled out a forest green dress I’d forgotten I owned. “This one.”
The dress was fitted, elegant without being revealing. I was surprised he’d even noticed it among my wardrobe.
“Don’t make this a habit,” he said coldly. “Other men’s wives don’t get this treatment.”
I bit back a retort. Other men’s wives don’t have to compete with their husbands’ step- sisters.
Then I slipped into the dress, surprised at how perfectly it fit. I studied my reflection, turning slowly to see how the fabric hugged my curves.
Blake had chosen well. The color complemented my amber eyes and made my golden- brown hair appear richer.
My hands smoothed the fabric over my hips, fuller than they’d been at eighteen. Claire, with her ballet dancer’s body, would never have these curves. I wonder if he notices the difference between us. Claire will always be the little girl who needs protecting.
Blake was waiting in the living room, impeccable in his tailored suit, scrolling through emails on his phone. When I descended the stairs, his eyes flicked up, widening fractionally before his expression returned to its usual mask of indifference.
“No necklace?” he commented, his gaze dropping to my bare neck. “My dad will think Wright Group is going bankrupt.”
I touched my throat, realizing I’d forgotten jewelry in my haste. “I’ll get-“
“No time,” Blake cut me off, standing. “We’re already late.”
In the garage, Blake held open the car door, but stopped me when I moved toward the passenger seat.
“You’ll sit in the back.”
I froze. “What do you mean?”
“We need to pick up Claire from the hospital. She’ll be more comfortable in front.”
The humiliation burned through me like acid. Without another word, I slid into the back, my pride in tatters.
At the hospital, Blake left me waiting in the car. Through the windshield, I watched him come out a few minutes later.
Claire was right next to him, looking pitiful as she tugged at his sleeve, her eyes wide as she said something to him. Blake reached out and gently stroked her hair to comfort her. I let out a bitter smile as I watched them walk toward me, step by step.
When she spotted me in the back seat, Claire’s expression flickered with satisfaction before morphing into a sweet smile.
“Anna! You came too!” Her voice was musical with that slight lilt.
Blake helped her into the front seat, leaning across to fasten her seatbelt. The silence in the car grew oppressive until Claire turned, her blonde curls bouncing.
“God, hospitals are so boring when you’re alone! Tell me what you two have been up to.”
Her eyes fixed on my dress. “Anna, that color is gorgeous on you. Did Blakey pick it out?
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He always had such good taste.”
Before I could answer, Claire continued, “I hope you’ll both take me with you everywhere once I’m better. We should be together like this every day-one happy family!”
Blake’s expression softened. “Of course. As soon as the doctor clears you, wherever you want.”
Claire’s eyes found mine in the rearview mirror. “Don’t you agree, Anna?”
The expectation in her voice left no room for refusal. “Sure,” I managed. we’ll go
I used to think she was just an exhausting princess. Now I see she’s a master manipulator.
Caroline and William were waiting at the entrance when we arrived at the Wright Estate. Caroline embraced me first. “Anna, darling! You look stunning.”
She moved to Claire next, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
Claire immediately looped her arm through her mother’s. “Still a little weak,” she murmured, her voice suddenly fragile.
William beckoned to me. “Anna, come see the new painting in the study. Just arrived from Christie’s.”
As we walked, William’s voice dropped. “You know, you’ve always had excellent taste. Caroline would have adored you.”
The compliment warmed me unexpectedly. Whatever was happening in my marriage, William had always treated me with genuine affection.
After dinner, Caroline found me alone and drew me into the kitchen. Her eyes fell to my wrist, where Blake’s fingerprints had left faint bruises.
“What happened here?” she asked gently.
“Just an accident,” I replied, pulling down my sleeve.
Caroline handed me a cup of tea. “Alright, darling, you need to take better care of yourself. By the way, have you and Blake discussed children? William would love a
He always had such good taste.”
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