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.

would have hit Laurel? A Hollywood star with a spotless reputation why would anyone else

Rebecca to Laurel, my voice carrying a hint of cold amusement. “Do you really think you can freely accuse me just because there’s

Rebecca gestured dramatically toward Laurel. “Anyway. You have to apologize to

said, his voice softening in a way it never did for me anymore. “That slap was hard. Just apologize,

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 truth would mean disappointing his mother, sister, and most importantly, his beloved Laurel. Far easier to make me

had grown too accustomed to his betrayals, because his words didn’t pierce my heart the way they once would

shrank back against

the gauze from

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

theatrical gasp, burying her face in Blake’s chest. “Blake, darling…