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?

meeting his gaze directly. “And I’m not competing with Miss

the mention of Laurel. Of course it

and married you. That was selfish of me.

advantage of your coma,

harsh laugh. “When I wanted a divorce before,

my teeth, but I swallowed them back. He didn’t need to

refused because I

voice dropped, dangerous again. “Don’t you

“What matters is I want a

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

in three days? The sudden change of topic

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11: Don’t You Love Me

searched my memory, pushing past the fog of pain and medication Your Grandfather’s

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

family.”

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

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

The d

the cancer from earlier, stood there with concern written across

are you okay?” Ethan stepped into the room. “He didn’t hurt

darkened. “Mrs. Parker. Since you know you just miscarried, you should be resting at home, not getting intimate with dancers in places like

“Watch your

“Stop pretending to care about her health – I can see who’s really

ly hit E

Ethan. Instead, he

For moment, I thought he might actually I watched Blake’s hands clench into fists, saw his eyes turned on his heel and

mouth, clearly ready to say more, but

enough,” I said gently. “Thank you for standing up for me. But

angry.