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?”

face darkened with each word. “Blake,” he turned to his grandson, voice dangerously low.

could respond, watching his jaw tighten. “He didn’t just watch. He pushed

if telling me that it

you were in a coma,” his voice shook with

the chair behind me as another wave of dizziness

I said softly, drawing his attention away from

Every step felt like walking on broken glass, but I kept my spine straight. This was it the moment I’d been preparing for a long

this idea since I lost my child

–

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

one–sided love. Blake never cared for me. When Laurel returned…” I paused, swallowing against the metallic taste that threatened to rise in my throat. “Well,

a steadying breath, gathering my courage. “William, I hope you can understand

a sickly shade of white. His hand clutched at his

‘Charles! Blake shouted.

medication, his usual composed demeanor showing cracks of

news,” Blake’s voice cut through the tension like ice. “Are you trying

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