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?

continued, meeting his gaze directly. “And I’m

changed at the mention of Laurel. Of course it did. It always had,

coma, and married you. That was

The words tasted like ash. “I took advantage of your coma, that Laurel’s back, I’m setting you free.

out a harsh laugh. “When I wanted a divorce

pressed against my teeth, but I swallowed them

because I

dangerous again. “Don’t you

I was surprisingly calm. “What matters

into his pocket – probably for the cigarettes he always carried but rarely smoked. His hand stilled halfway. Another thing he was trying to quit, another habit he was

in three days? The sudden

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11: Don’t You

pushing past the fog

Swiss chocolates sent over “I thought Mrs. Parker had forgotten in for you today. He specifically requested your presence at his birthday gala. Yet

family.”

who had always treated me like a real granddaughter despite my country upbringing. Who had

calendar with hands that only shook slightly. Three months left to live – 1 had to make every

The d

Davies, the cancer from earlier, stood there with concern written across his features. His eyes darted between us, taking in

okay?” Ethan stepped into the room. “He

resting at

“Watch your

“Stop pretending to care about her health – I can see

ly hit E

Ethan. Instead, he

thought he might actually I watched Blake’s hands clench into fists, saw his eyes turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to

mouth, clearly ready to say more, but I cut him

gently. “Thank you for standing up for me. But you don’t even

angry.