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.

almost laughed. Security? At The Underground? Every bouncer in

need ” Audrey’s voice was gentle as she addressed the dancer. “He’s

could feel the vein pulsing

woman who’d spent three years carefully tiptoeing around my moods. This was someone else entirely someone who didn’t seem

downstairs.” She gestured toward the VIP section, adding with a hint of steel in her voice,

my temper. Instead, it st fueled the fire. How

it hadn’t been

come

“Sure.”

We’ll save

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Why Won’t

waiting for more grabbed her elbow gentler than I wanted to, harder than I should

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

window, the city lights spilling from the adjacent panes creating a halo around her silhouette. The sight was strangely disconcerting, “Just enjoyed a dance show. Don’t make it sound

when did the perfect Mrs. Parker hecome such a wild

voice.

before. As a single woman, I can do whatever I want. Watch dancers,

snapped inside me at her words. I crossed the space between us in

you sign the divorce papers!?” Her voice cracked slightly. I’m stepping

want?”

made. Instead, it just fueled the possessive rage burning in

your shame of our marriage, your obsession with Laurel, everything! The moment she’s back, I’m giving

tears. “Why won’t you divorce me? Why won’t you

made something in me pause. After a moment of tense silence, 1 frowned, “It’s

with me and her.”

me going to clubs and appreciating other