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.

said softly. “This isn’t about Laurel.

his sarcasm. “And what reality

“It was all just my own

his face. But it was gone before I 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 a proper Mrs. Parker. Laurel won’t fight with

bit my lip

Laurel’s return from Europe, I’d done nothing but try to step away from this marriage. Yet Blake still

was his second warning about

ridiculous it all

the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “I’ll check out of the hospital right now,” I said slowly, meeting his cold

won’t have to worry about me bothering

laugh. “I don’t have time for this. Return to the Lunar mansion within three

“Blake Parker!”

tall figure

not even when the first drops of blood stained the pristine

2306 is

in the hallway – them running to save a life, him

in. The man I’d spent five years loving couldn’t spare even

you need to

consciousness. Evening had settled over the city, painting the sky outside my window in shades of purple and gold. She sat beside my bed, a container of homemade

honestly, you’ve been sleeping so much lately. Since you’re already at Mayo Clinic, why not get

smile. “It’s just fatigue

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

didn’t hurt as much as

pushing myself up to sit. “I’ve made my