Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 11: Don’t You Love Me Anymore?

Audrey’s Pov

His hands were rough, demanding, tearing at my clothes with a violonce I’d never

from him before. The expensive silk of my dress ripped beneath his fingers. In that moment, as his grip moved ower, something inside me finally shattered.

i

Blake Parker!” The scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate. tave you forgotten I just miscarried ten days ago!?

My voice echoed in the soundproofed VIP lounge of The Underground, bouncing off the floor–to–ceiling windows. The city lights blurred through my tears.

f you want me dead, just kill me directly,” 1 choked out. “Don’t humiliate me like t

“If you

me

For three years of marriage, I’d believed that even if Blake didn’t love me, he was at least a decent husband. Cold, perhaps. Distant, certainly. But never cruel. Never this… monster who would try to forge himself on me just days after I lost our child.

The irony was bitter- he thought I was trying to seduce him, when all I wanted was to walk away with whatever dignity I had left.

His hands froze. In the Him lighting, I could see the moment awareness crept back into his eyes, replacing the dark possessiveness that had scared me more than I wanted to admit. He stepped back as if burned, his breath coming in harsh pants.

“I apologize.” His voice w

voice was rough, controlled again but barely.

I pushed myself up from where he’d pinned me against the wall, my legs shaking. My fingers found the torn strap of my dress, trying to hold the fabric together. Each breath sent sharp pains through my abdomen a reminder of everything I’d lost.

“Don’t apologize.” My voice came out steadier than I expected. “Just sign the divorce papers.”

The city sprawled beneath us, a sea of lights that seemed to mock the darkness in this room. How many times had we stood in places like this him the powerful CEO, me his secret wife? How many times had I convinced myself that his indifference was better than nothing?

not trying to get your attention, I continued, meeting his gaze directly. “And I’m not competing with

Of course it did. It always had, even before she came

married you. That was selfish of

advantage of your coma, that Laurel’s back, I’m setting you free.

out a harsh laugh. “When I wanted a divorce before, you refused no

I swallowed them back. He

because I

now?” His voice dropped, dangerous again. “Don’t you love

I was surprisingly calm. “What matters

smoked. His hand stilled halfway. Another

sudden change of topic almost

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You Love

searched my memory, pushing past the fog

id ironically. Grandfather even had Swiss chocolates sent over “I thought Mrs. Parker had forgotten in for you today. He specifically

family.”

who had always treated me like a real granddaughter despite my

there for William’s birthday.” I pulled out my phone, adding to my calendar with hands that only shook slightly. Three months left to live – 1 had to make

The d

could respond. Ethan Davies, the cancer from earlier, stood there with concern written across his features. His eyes darted between

into

you should be resting

“Watch your

Ethan shot back. “Stop pretending to care about her health – I can see

ly hit E

Ethan. Instead, he

his eyes turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the

clearly ready to say more,

for standing up for me. But you don’t even know

angry.