Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328

Anna’s POV:

Blake held me tightly, glaring at the doctor. “There’s nothing wrong with her body! Don’t listen to him, Anna.”

The doctor cowered. “Mr. Wright, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Blake…” I called softly. It is possible, considering Nora’s condition previously…”

Blake looked confused. “What’s possible? What are you talking about?”

I smiled apologetically at the doctor. “I’m sorry, he gets emotional when it involve

Blake’s voice remained dangerous. “My wife and I would never consider havin

“Y–yes, Mr. Wright, the doctor nodded repeatedly.

children.”

another child this way, understand?”

I took a deep breath and looked directly at Blake. “Blake, what if I want to? What if I want another child?”

I’d actually considered this for Nora’s sake. Especially after her last check–up when the doctor said her condition was worsening–right after my argument with Blake. The contradictory thoughts of leaving Blake yet having another child were my own internal struggle that I’d never shared with anyone.

Blake’s gaze grew colder, his lips tightening.

The doctor suggested, “Perhaps we should examine Mr. Wright first?”

“Get out! Now!” Blake commanded, and the doctor fled.

After he left, Blake sat silently on the sofa, his knuckles white. I sat beside him, maintaining distance as silence filled the room.

I never discussed this idea with Blake before. It only came up now because of Nora’s examination. Looking back, it seems inappropriate to suddenly bring up having children when we’re already divorced. What will he think? Will he agree? I don’t know how to explain my thoughts.

Blake slowly raised his head, his eyes noticeably red–rimmed, his voice slightly trembling as he called my name: “Anna…”

He looked directly into my eyes with an intensity that made my heart ache. “Anna, what am I to you? A sperm donor? A man you can use and discard? If that’s what you’re doing, then what about all my restraint when I saw you! What about how much I missed you these past three years!”

His voice grew progressively louder until he was almost shouting. I stood frozen, shocked by his emotional outburst, unable to form

a

response.

“I want you back because you want to come back, because you choose to, not because of any external reason, not even Nora,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion.

His jaw clenched as he declared, This is something I will never agree to! Never!” I felt my body tremble slightly at his vehemence, a wave of sadness washing over me.

I explained quietly, “Many doctors told me the same thing… ‘Your daughter is still young, you should hurry and have another child. Having siblings might improve Nora’s condition.”

Blake stood abruptly. “This is complete bullshit! These so–called experts should be investigated!”

I placed my hand on his. “Don’t be angry. They were making casual suggestions. But after hearing it so many times, I started to take it to heart.”

A bitter smile crossed his face. “So, that’s why/you came back to Boston?”

He cupped my face. “So that time when you were so eager – were you thinking if you got pregnant, you’d never have to see me again?*

“You don’t understand me! I would have stopped! I couldn’t bear to hurt you!”

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Chapter 328

Blake, I’m doing this for Nora 1 tried reasoning

He released me and stepped back, his expression hollow. So there’s no place for me in your heart anymore, only Nora. And here I am, foolishly i might fall in love with ine again.

He laughed bitterly. Fine, I’ll calm down. We’ll have another child, and then our second child can also grow up in a broken home, is that what you want?:

I felt my nose growing warm, tears threatening to form. His words cut deep, making me realize how my suggestion must have sounded to him.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke softly but firmly: “Blake, all those doctors suggested I have a second child, but I’ve never considered anyone but you. Hever

Blake’s POV:

I jerked my head up, feeling hope rekindle in the darkness of my heart. My heartbeat accelerated, blood rushing through my veins.

In a few quick strides, I pulled Anna into a tight embrace, unable to control my strength. ‘Anna… My voice was deep and trembling, full of longing and uncertainty.

‘Do I still have a place in your heart? Did you mean what you just said?” I whispered urgently in her ear, needing confirmation.

Anna struggled to breathe under my sudden embrace, her hands weakly pushing against my chest. I couldn’t let go, afraid she might disappear if I did. When she finally stopped struggling and allowed me to hold her, I felt a small measure of relief.

She gently patted my back and spoke calmly, “We can discuss our situation later. Right now, I want to talk about Nora. Can we have a proper conversation?

I didn’t release my hold, instead resting my head on her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent, feeling both love and frustration at her practicality. “Anna, I love your rationality, but right now, I also hate it.”

I finally loosened my grip but couldn’t completely let go, immediately taking her hand and feeling a small victory. “Go ahead, I’m listening. I promise not to interrupt.”

My thumb caressed the back of her hand, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin while my eyes focused intently on her face, committing every detail to

memory.

I noticed Anna was distracted by my touch, her voice slightly shaky. “I–I was thinking…” I felt a small satisfaction knowing I could affect her this way.

As she took a deep breath to regain her composure and began explaining her expectations for a second child, I listened attentively, trying to understand her perspective.

She said, “Even if we have a second child, they won’t be born with the label ‘everything for Nora.‘ They would be a child born from our expectations, and our

love for them would be no less than for Nora…”

“They would have their own life, their own choices, without bearing any responsibilities that aren’t theirs. Of course, if they choose to care for Nora in the future, that would be their choice, not our demand.”

“I believe that no matter what happens between us, our love for our children won’t change. I trust you on this.”

I felt warmed by her trust, but also slightly dissatisfied I wanted more than just her trust in me as a father.

Suddenly feeling a powerful impulse, I grabbed Anna’s shoulders, making sure my expression and eyes conveyed unprecedented seriousness and passion. “Anna, listen to me.”

Looking directly into her eyes, I felt my heart racing. “I’m very tempted by your proposal, truly. But there’s only one condition, and I need to be clear? it.”

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage, my voice firm yet gentle: “Anna, will you remarry me? Not for Nora, not for a second child, but because I love you, and because I still have a place in your heart.”

I felt my heart suspended in mid–air, both hopeful and anxious, waiting for Anna’s answer.