Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 5: She Left Without Goodbye?

Blake’s POV

She didn’t look back. Not even once. The woman in red who’d just walked away with a confidence I’d never seen in my wife of three years. This wasn’t the Mrs. Parker in my memory. This was someone else entirely – someone who’d learned to stand straight without seeking my approval.

When will you sign them?

Her words echoed in my mind, sharp as broken glass. The divorce papers. Of course, she would pull something like this – another one of her manipulative games.

I started after her, but Laurel pressed herself against my chest. “Your dancing is so much better! That gentleman… he was so rough, stepped on my toes several times!”

“Not now, Laurel.” My eyes remained fixed on Audrey’s retreating form. The sight of James Collins draping his navy suit jacket over her shoulders made a fierce surge of possessive jealousy churn in my chest. The same feeling I’d gotten watching her dance with every other man in the room tonight.

“Blake.” Laurel caught my arm, her eyes fixed on Audrey’s retreating figure. “What’s wrong?”

She tilted her head with practiced concern. “Did Mrs. Parker upset you?”

“Laurel.” I shook off her grip with barely concealed irritation. “I have something to handle. Enjoy yourself at the gala.”

Without waiting for her response, I strode toward the exit where Audrey had disappeared. Three steps forward – and then the sound of shattering crystal glasses froze the entire ballroom.

I turned to find Laurel sprawled beside the collapsed champagne tower, her white dress now stained with spilled champagne, one hand clutched to her chest in apparent distress. A thin line of red was blooming across her palm where a broken champagne glass had cut her

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, eyes wide with calculated fear. “I just felt so dizzy suddenly…”

tears. “The champagne tower… all

the cut. It wasn’t deep, but blood was already staining the pristine white of her

away. “If you want

be ridiculous. You

Her voice caught. “Five years ago, saving you when you were blind… I never asked for

You know I’ll always be grateful for what you did back then.” The words came automatically,

her and left

I caught sight of Audrey again. She was standing with James near the entrance, speaking to a group of senior jewelry designers. I caught fragments of their conversation. James

Parsons,” he was saying, gesturing to Audrey. “She’s

him, a genuine smile gracing her features as she greeted the

doing, my shoulder slammed into hers as we passed. Audrey stumbled, nearly falling, but James’s hand

she realized who had bumped into her. Our eyes met for a brief moment – me still

resting on her shoulder, and I felt my jaw clench

their conversation like ice. “You have three hours to explain tonight’s little performance.

trace of the woman who’d spent five years trying to please me. “I know

Laurel’s pained whisper pulled at

of sorrow flashed on Audrey’s face – before she turned back to those designers. “Shall

corridor, watching through the glass as the doctor finished examining Laurel’s hand. The cut had been minor – no nerve damage, wouldn’t even leave a scar. But

find

sharper than intended. “It’s been over three

swallowed hard. “Sir… Mrs. Paker is already