Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 10: Why Won’t You Let Me Go

Blake’s Pov

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Astrid spun around, nearly losing her balance. When she saw me, her eyes narrowed with drunken hostility.

Before she could respond, the music stopped, the lights on. On

still resting on the dancer’s chest.

ge, Audrey threw up one hand to block the light, her other

“What’s going…” Her words died as her eyes found ine standing nex Astrial. Approaching the stage, I caught the slight widening of her eyes, seemingly surprised by my appearance. Why this expression?

The shirtless dancer, a young man, stepped forward. Hey man, what u wanna do?”

His body was positioned protectively between me and Audrey. The sight of him young, muscled, still glistening with stage sweat – made something dark twist in my chest.

“Get out of my way.” The words came out like ice. I tried hard to keep my voice flat despite the rage burning through my veins.

Through the harsh stage lighting, I could see phones being raised. I should have stopped them, but I didn’t bother.

The dancer shifted, muscles tensing, but didn’t move. “Miss?”

“Looking for me?” Audrey’s voice carried that new edge I’d never heard before tonight. The same tone she’d used at the hospital when demanding divorce.

“What do you think?” The muscle in my jaw twitched as I watched her, standing there in that red dress that looked nothing like anything she’d worn in our three years of marriage.

“Should I call security?” The dancer asked, still playing protector.

The Underground? Every bouncer in this club

was gentle as she addressed the

words tasted like arid. I could feel the vein pulsing in my forehead, my carefully maintained control

calm was infuriating. This wasn’t the woman who’d spent three years carefully tiptoeing around my moods. This was someone else entirely someone who didn’t seem to care about consequences

voice, “Unless you want tomorrow’s Page Six headline to be Parker Group CEO’s Public

mention of publicity should have cooled my temper. Instead, it st fueled the fire. How dare she threaten me? How dare she stand there, looking so different, so

her smile warm in a way it hadn’t been forme in weeks.

come back

“Sure.”

We’ll save

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10: Why Won’t You

her elbow gentler than I wanted to,

I barely waited for the door to close fore rounding on her. You check out of Mayo

creating a halo around her silhouette. The sight was strangely disconcerting, “Just enjoyed a dance show. Don’t

perfect Mrs. Parker hecome such a wild one?uldn’t keep the

voice.

seen before. As a single woman, I can do whatever I want. Watch dancers, date men- it’s none

at her words. I crossed the space between us in two strides, caging her against the window with my arms. “We’re still legally

won’t you sign the divorce papers!?” Her voice cracked slightly. I’m stepping aside for you and Laurel,

want?”

possessive rage burning

shame of our marriage, your obsession with Laurel, everything!

were bright with unshed tears. “Why won’t you divorce me? Why won’t you let me

made something in me pause. After a moment of tense silence, 1 frowned,

with me and her.”

me going to