Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 19: Remaining Time Is Too Long?

Audrey’s POV

I stood motionless, watching Rebecca and Thalia approaching me step by step. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I tried to steady myself. The evening had already drained so much of my energy, and now my stomach felt like it was being twisted by invisible

hands.

hist standing here with my spine straight took almost all the strength I had left. How could I possibly defend myself against these

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Everything seemed to slow down. I caught Blake’s movement from the corner of my eye–a half–step in my direction, an aborted gesture of protection that died the moment Laurel’s voice cut through the tension.

“Thalia, Rebecca!” Her breathy cry was perfectly timed, perfectly phed. I watched as she pressed one manicured hand to her stomach, her gown highlighting her dramatic swoon. “Oh… it hurts.

Blake’s attention shifted instantly as he turned to Laurel. The concere in his eyes was so palpable and unfamiliar alright? Where does it hurt? Should I call a doctor?”

to me. “Are you

The scene burned into my vision, but I had no time to process the pan it caused. Rebecca and Thalia were already in front of me, their faces twisted with fury. Rebecca grabbed both my hands, pinning them down, while Thalia raised her palm high above her head and slapped on my face with a sharp crack.

It somehow cut through all the noise of the ballroom. The entire hall fell into an unnatural silence. I could see the guests starting to whisper and point, their words lost in the buzzing that had taken over my mind.

I watched as Blake’s body suddenly went rigid. And in that same instant, Laurel – who had been playing the delicate invalid just seconds ago – rushed forward with surprising agility.

Rebecca, please!” Her voice showed her false concern as she positioned herself between us. “We’re all family here- can’t wa talk

against her words, as her presence between us was just another calculated

her daughter. “There’s no need for that!

crowd below. Ignoring the searing pain in my stomach, I summoned every ounce

was so violent that it pulled both Rebecca and Laurel off balance as they gripped my arms. In that chaotic moment, Thalia’s slap landed squarely across Laurel’s

cry could have won heran

marble pillars. The Impact sent shockwaves of pain through my abdomen, but I couldn’t look away from the sight of him gathering Laurel into his arms, cradling her as

blood. Through tears I didn’t remember shedding, I watched Blake carry Laurel away, his touch so gentle it made my heart ache. The last thing I say before darkness claimed me was James Collins running toward me, panic written across his

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Remaining Time Is Too

dawn filterling through the windows of the Mayo Chale was overly intense. Every beam felt like a needle behind my eyes as I

because the mommy eyes fluttered open, he pressed the call button. Thank God.” he muttered, relief evident in his voice. “You’ve been

throat fell taw. The

easy, lames moved closer to my bed, teaching mat to grasp by hand tightly. Audrey, does the

didn’t reply, instinctively trying to pull my hand away from his, but his grip was firm. My silence

his brows remained deeply furrowed

illness, what the

find a chance to get close to Blake, build a good relationship for future

to you, I felt…” He paused, looking at me intently. “You’re making the right

into