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

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

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

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

VIP section, adding with a hint of steel in her voice,

of publicity should have cooled my temper. Instead, it st fueled the fire. How

the dancer, her smile warm in a way it hadn’t

you come

“Sure.”

We’ll save

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my blood boll. Without waiting for more grabbed her elbow gentler than I

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

lights spilling from the adjacent panes creating a halo around her silhouette. The sight was strangely

the perfect Mrs. Parker hecome such

voice.

getting divorced! Her eyes flashed wh an anger I’d never seen before. As a single woman, I can do whatever I want. Watch dancers, date men-

her words. I crossed the space between us in two strides,

slightly. I’m stepping aside for you and Laurel, what more

want?”

obligations, of promises made. Instead, it just fueled the possessive rage burning in my chest. This woman, who’d spent three years being the perfect wife, was suddenly acting like

she continued, each word like a shard of ice, 1 accepted your shame of our marriage, your obsession with Laurel, everything! The moment she’s back, I’m

won’t you divorce me? Why won’t you let me

a moment of tense silence, 1 frowned, “It’s not

with me and her.”

me going to clubs