Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 9: Still Can’t Reach Mrs. Parker

Blake’s POV

Another transcontinental video conference finally wrapped up. I leaned back in my leather chair, loosening my tie as the New York skyline twinkled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. It was just like a normal day, but something felt off, like an itch I couldn’t scratch

I stood up, staring out at the nighttime view. From my office on the top floor of Parker Group, I could see the entire city, and this view usually helped me think. Tonight, the city lights just seemed to mock me.

Three days. That’s what I’d given her at Mayo Clinic. Three days to end this ridiculous game and return to the mansion. The deadline had come and gone, and still no word from her. Not even a message to say she was alive.

The crystal tumbler in my hand creaked under pressure as I remembered our last encounter in the hospital. Her pale face, those steady eyes as she asked for divorce. I dared not look closely and could only hastily depart, barely noticing the group of doctors passing by me.

“Sir.” Michael’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Mr. William Parker sent over some artisanal chocolates from Switzerland for Mrs. Parker.”

I didn’t turn from the window. The throbbing in my temples was getting worse. “Have them delivered to her.”

“Mr. Parker specifically requested both you and Mrs. Parker attend his 80th birthday gala in three days.” Michael’s voice carried that particular note of careful hesitation I’d come to recognize. “He mentioned that he misses her.”

“I got it. Just send them to her.” The words came out more exhausted than I intended. Three days of silence from Audrey were wearing on me more than I cared to admit.

“Sir…” Michael’s pause was telling. “We still can’t reach Mrs. Parker.”

The crystal tumbler stopped halfway to my lips. “What do you mean you can’t reach her?”

been trying all

sharply. “Have you checked the

swallowed visibly.

about Mayo Clinic? She

Mrs. Parker was discharged yesterday. They

tumbler hit my desk with enough force

try Mrs. Parker’s family. She probably went back to her…

reached for my phone, scrolling to a number I rarely

felt strange on my tongue.

Her father’s surprise was evident. “Is

you heard from

was a pause. “We haven’t heard from her in months.” Another pause. “Is something wrong

the judgment creeping into

gathering, “I always said Audrey’s country upbringing might make her… difficult to handle. Perhaps if you’d chosen

even when I was being equally dismissive of her myself. The hypocrisy of that thought wasn’t lost on

cut him off coldly. “Good evening,

to call another contact when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Alex Rhodes’ name flashed on the

“Blake, The Underground, now!”

in the mood,