Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 8: What Do You Want This Time?

Audrey’s POV

I studied Blake’s face as he sat in the chair beside my hospital bed, the familiar aristocratic features that had once meant everything to me, the cold detachment in his eyes evident. Five years of loving this man, and now all I felt was a vast emptiness inside.

“So, you really want a divorce?”

I let my gaze drift around the room. “Yes,” I said quietly, surprised by the steadiness in my own voice. “This time, I really want a divorce.”

I met his gaze steadily, surprised by how calm I felt. “You must’ve seen the papers I left, right?”

With a sudden movement, he pulled out the old divorce agreement I’d left at the Lunar mansion and threw it at my face. The papers scattered across my hospital blanket like fallen leaves.

“Three years ago, you refused twenty million to leave. Now you’re not only asking for divorce but claiming you’ll leave with nothing?” His voice dripped with disdain. “Audrey Sinclair, at least make your act believable.”

The divorce papers felt heavy in my hands, like the weight of all my past declarations of love. Three years ago, when he’d first woken from his coma, I had refused to divorce him. Not because twenty million wasn’t enough – money had never been what kept me by his side. I couldn’t leave him then because I loved him too much.

How ironic that my devotion from back then had become his weapon of mockery today.

A bitter smile curved my lips as I gathered the scattered papers. “Isn’t it better if I leave with nothing?”

Blake’s expression flickered for a moment before settling back into its usual mask of indifference. “It would be good if you really wanted to leave with nothing,” he said coldly. “But we both know that’s not true. Tell me, what do you want this time?”

“You think everything I do is about wanting something from you?”

“Isn’t it always?” He moved closer, his expensive cologne filling the air between us. “Is this about Laurel? Are you trying to force my hand?”

I almost laughed. Of course he would think this was about Laurel. Everything in his world revolved around Laurel Rose, Hollywood’s returning princess. The woman he’d been waiting for all along.

isn’t about Laurel. This is about me

His voice showed his sarcasm.

marriage was never real.” The words came easier than I expected. “It was all just

could be sure. Suddenly, Blake stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over my hospital bed. “Drop your little schemes,” he said coldly. “Be

my lip

try to step away from this marriage.

his second warning about

it all

at him, forcing down the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “I’ll check out of the hospital right now,” I said slowly, meeting

won’t have to worry about me bothering your precious

cold laugh. “I don’t have time for this. Return to the Lunar mansion within three days, then I’ll let this slip

“Blake Parker!”

his tall figure striding toward the door

warm and thick. He didn’t look back, not even when the first

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them running to save a life, him walking away from one. The contrast would have made me laugh if

The man I’d spent five years loving

you need to eat

in shades of purple and gold. She sat beside my bed, a container of homemade

worried eyes. “Though honestly,

“It’s

Her tone made it clear she wasn’t buying it. “That’s why you look worse after a week of rest. I just saw on Page Six that your husband

Blake and Laurel didn’t hurt as much as it should have.

said, pushing myself up to