Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Audre, o POV

Sitting in my race car, I should have been preparing for my next round, but my attention was locked on Dr. Evans 4 message lighting in my phon

Fifty million dollars.

The numbers seemed to mock me as I read the message again: “Mrs. Parker, they’re offering fifty million for the remaining doses. If you can match that amount, they’ll withdraw their request. Would that be acceptable?”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips before 1 could stop it. Fifty million might be pocket change for Blake Parker, something he could produce without a second thought. While I had saved some money these past years as his secret wife, it was nowhere near that astronomical figure. Perhaps fate was telling me it was time to stop fighting, to accept my limited time….

“Audrey!” Astrid’s voice cut through my dark thoughts

as

she bounded over to my car, her face flushed with excitement.

I quickly locked my phone screen, forcing a smile. “Whe

Blake wants Laurel to race against you.” She leaned against my car door, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “They haven’t set the stakes yet.”

The mention of Blake and Laurel sent a familiar ache through my chest, but I kept my expression neutral.

“Since you won’t get much in the divorce,” Astrid continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “why not take him for all he’s worth? How about ten million? He’s loaded anyway.”

Maybe it was the lingering shock from Dr. Evans’s message, or perhaps th

the

something made me say, “Ten million

Why not fifty million?”

meant it as a joke, a bitter reference to the sum I so desperately needed but

million…” Her grin turned predatory.

I tried to grab her arm, but she was

What have I done?

car, and

a tone of determination. “If you

froze for a moment, a puzzled expression clouding his features. His gaze shifted restlessly between me and Astrid. “Was this your idea,

bothering to entertain his question, shot back curtly, “That’s not your concern. All I need is a simple

a moment before she recovered, her smile

words a deceptive blend of sweetness and hidden malice. “no need to

sure she had everyone’s attention. “If I lose, Blake will pay you fifty million as agreed. If you lose…” Her smile widened. “Well, Miss Sinclair, you’ll leave New

instantly. I could feel shocked/stares darting between Laurel, Blake, and me, clearly

en

us.

months, I’d be gone anyway – whether from New York or from this world entirely. What did

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despite the churring

her protective instincts flaring, “You think.

his jaw. But for once, I didn’t care about his rexetion: heeded to survive cost fifty million dollars.

sense of humor, I thought, watching Laurel’s

Blake’s POV

watched the scene unfold, something dark and uncomfortable twisting in my chest. This wasn’t how I’d expected the morning to go. The sight of Andrey in her racing suit, commanding the track like

their Upper East Side mansion, but they had made it crystal

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