Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 1: What Is Left To Hold Onto?

Audrey’s POV

The white walls of Mayo Clinic seemed colder than usual today. Or maybe it was just me, sitting in Dr. Evans’ office, staring at my phone screen while waiting for her to return with the test results. The headline on Page Six glared back at me: “Hollywood Starlet Laurel Rose Makes Surprise Return, Greeted by NYC’s Most Eligible Bachelor.”

Most eligible bachelor. I almost laughed at that. The media had no idea Blake Parker, New York’s golden boy and CEO of Parker Group, had been married for the past three years. To me, of all people. The photos showed him at JFK, welcoming her with that smile I used to know so well. When was the last time he smiled at me like that?

Three months. That was all I had left, according to Dr. Evans. Now this. I swiped past another photo of them together, looking every bit like the perfect couple everyone claimed they were.

“Mrs. Parker?” Dr. Evans’ voice pulled me from my thoughts. She never used my married name unless we were alone. To the rest of the world, I was still Audrey Sinclair, the country girl who’d been switched at birth and found her way back to the Sinclair fortune at eighteen. The secret wife wasn’t part of my public story.

I looked up, but I already knew what she was going to say. The gentleness in her eyes said it all.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Parker. We couldn’t save the baby.”

My hand instinctively went to my stomach. “So… it’s really gone?”

“Due to your cancer, your body is too weak right now.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “We need to end the pregnancy. The sooner, the better.”

I nodded, surprising myself with how calm I felt. Maybe after five years of loving Blake Parker, after three years of a marriage that existed only on paper, after learning I only had a few months left… maybe I had finally run out of tears.

“Can we do it today?”

Dr. Evans blinked, startled by my request. “Yes, but…”

cut her off.

have to do this.

concerned gaze. “I

I made my way to the surgical wing. Two nurses huddled by the water

Europe, and the moment she’s

three years while she was building her career

then what do you call spending three years caring for someone in

they’d call it: pathetic. The same thing Blake’s mother called me when I refused to leave his side after the accident. The same thing his sister whispered when I spent

about the phone calls

How dare you make this decision without

doorway, looking impeccable as always, his

voice came

no missed

“Check your call history.”

letting out a cold laugh. “Nothing. You’re quite the liar, aren’t

course not, I thought. Laurel

baby was the right choice after all,”

closer, his presence filling the room like it always did. “You had no

“Oh… my head…”

one hand pressed to her forehead, the other gripping the doorframe. Her white dress and pale complexion made her look fragile