Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 25

Audrey’s POV

I watched the hatred twist Rebecca’s features as she stared at me, her delicate makeup doing nothing to hide the fury in her eyes. I couldn’t help but din a

sheet

Taking advantage of Blake’s momentary distraction, I finally managed to pull my hand free from his grip. The burning senestion in my stomach had intensified, but I forced myself to stand straight, I wouldn’t show weakness. Not now.

“Interesting how the real aggressors are the first to complain, I said, my voice steady despite the effort it took to remain standing.

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’m your mother–in–law, Thalia is your sister–in–law. Isn’t it our right discipline you?”

A bitter smile touched my lips. The irony was almost amusing. So it’s your right to hit me, but when I defend myself, you run crying to William?”

The glasses on the coffee table trembled as William’s hand came down hard on its surface. “What is she talking about? His voice carried the authority of someone used to commanding boardrooms. “Rebecca?”

I watched as Rebecca’s confidence faltered slightly. Thalia, who had been maintaining a hostile silence, suddenly found the carpet fascinating. I kept expressionless as I continued.

“Would you like to tell William about how you both attacked me last night?” I asked, my tone conversational. “Or should I describe how you held me while Thalia slapped me?”

to his grandson, voice dangerously low. “You just stood there watching your mother and sister attack

“He didn’t just watch. He pushed me into a marble

was cold as if telling me that it wasn’t him that night.

the floor. “When you were in a coma,” his voice shook with barely contained fury, “Audrey

chair behind me

away from

I forced my legs to carry me to the center of the room. Every step felt like walking on broken glass, but I

idea since I lost my child I want

–

breath was the only sound in the suddenly still room. I could feel his eyes burning into me,

me. When Laurel returned…” I paused, swallowing against the metallic taste that threatened to rise in my throat. “Well, everyone can

I hope

white. His hand clutched at his chest as he gasped for air,

‘Charles! Blake shouted.

a bottle of heart medication, his usual composed

can’t handle such news,” Blake’s voice cut through the tension like ice. “Are

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