Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

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Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 13: What’s Your Relationship With Her?

Blake’s POV

Laurels voice was sweet as always, yet the words that harbored a subtle hint of complacency barely registered as I stared at James‘ hand, which rested on my wife’s arm with practiced familiarity.

Just watching the sight made something dark twisted in my chest. After that scene at The Underground, after nearly losing control in that VIP lounge, here she was again – deliberately provoking me.

The golden dress she wore seemed to shine, making her look brilliant. The daring cut revealed more skin than Id ever allowed her to show in public, and her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders instead of the usual tight bun. She looked like a stranger. A beautiful, dangerous stranger who was currently letting another man touch her far too intimately.

“The man next to Mrs. Parker,” Laurel continued, her voice lowering and carrying that particular note of false concern she’d perfected. “I remember dancing with him in LA last time. But why does he grab her arm so easily?”

1 kept my face carefully neutral, but my mind raced back to that night at Mayo Clinic, to Audrey’s words that had been haunting me: “Maybe I should have chosen james.”

They were getting closer now. James Collins, with his perfectly tailored tuxedo and quietly confident demeanor, looking every inch the successful Cartier executive he’d become. And Audrey – my wife–ooking more radiant than she had any right to after putting me through hell these past weeks.

“Audrey,” Laurel’s voice carried across the space between us, “what’s going on? Why do you bring this gentleman to Mr. William Parker’s birthday celebration?”

I watched Audrey’s face carefully, saw the slight tightening around her eyes – the only sign that Laurel’s barb had hit its mark. But before she could respond, James stepped forward, smooth as polished steel.

“Mr. Parker, Miss Rose. His smile was professionally cordial. “You might remember us from the partner exchange dance in LA. I’m James Collins, representing Cartier today to wish Mr. William Parker a happy birthday.”

He turned slightly, and something in the way he looked at Audrey made my blood boil. This is my junior from Parsons, Audrey Sinclair–she’s an exceptional jewelry designer

was now supposedly some sort of

her nails dug into her palms a habit she’d had since college, according to the background check. I’d done years ago. When she spoke, her voice was arctic. “I understand jewelry design perfectly

Then may you

prove my expertise to strangers. Mr. Parker, if you’re curious about jewelry design, you should educate

celebration”

word hit like a physical blow. After three years of marriage, after everything we’d

couldn’t believe

intervened, his tone conciliatory, “please excuse Audrey’s directness. If you have

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happy to answer

your relationship with

felt my voice drop

to my side, her

Collins seem quite close.

I watched tamen face, saw something resolve

of the camaraderie forged within the campus. His voice was steady, controlled. “But, once her divorce

champagne flute in my hand creaked

air around us turned

who stood behind fames. “You know she’s still married,” my voice dropped to a dangerous whisper,

never wavered. “I

James’s p

appropriate and transparent,” he continued with

her marriage has been dead in all but name for some time. James continued, each word carefully chosen. “Her husband