Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 29

Audrey’s POV

I didn’t bother answering but studied Laurel’s face, partially hidden behind the bandages. The placement seemed deliberate, strategie VOR – CONTROL | enough to suggest injury while still allowing her to display her delicate, fragile face. A Hollywood star indeed.

*Please…” Laurel’s voice trembled with practiced vulnerability as she pressed one manicured hand to her chest. “If Mrs. Parker says she didn’t do it, then. – let’s not pursue this further. I don’t want to cause any more trouble…”

I almost admired her performance, as her words and every deliberate action were implying that I was the one who slapped her last night.

The security footage will show exactly what happened,” I said, my voice steady despite the burning pain in my stomach. ‘Why don’t we review it?

Elizabeth cleared her throat delicately. “Actually, the surveillance system in the ballroom was turned off during the celebration. Many of New York’s elite attended – they value their privacy highly.”

How convenient, I thought, watching Thalia’s momentary flash of relief.

sharply, perhaps a bit too quickly. “Who else would have hit Laurel? A

turned my gaze slowly from Rebecca to Laurel, my voice carrying a hint of cold amusement. “Do you really think you can freely accuse me just because there’s no security footage to

dramatically toward Laurel. “Anyway. You have to apologize

always been delicate,” he said, his voice softening in a way it never did for me anymore. “That slap was hard. Just apologize, Audrey. Why make things more

smile played at my lips.

Rose?”

– he’d never have waited for his mother and sister to play defenders of Laurel’s honor. His silence now spoke volumes. He knew exactly who had struck her, but acknowledging that

pierce my heart the way they once would

walked deliberately toward Laurel, who shrank back against Blake’s chest. “Fine. Let’s

the gauze from

recently. My fingers are quite thin now.” I held up my palm for comparison, then gestured toward Thalia’s larger hands. “This mark clearly wasn’t made by my hand. How could I possibly have

a theatrical gasp, burying her face in Blake’s chest. “Blake, darling… she’s being so