Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

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

the situation, but something made me say, “Ten million isn’t

Why not fifty million?”

a joke, a bitter reference to the sum I so desperately needed but couldn’t hope to obtain.

Her grin turned predatory. “Perfect!

arm, but she was already racing across the track toward where Blake

What have I done?

out of the car, and quickly caught up with

her back. “We’ve decided,” Astrid’s voice rang out with a tone of determination. “If

froze for a moment, a puzzled expression clouding his features. His gaze shifted restlessly between me and

not your concern. All

perfect mask slipped for just a moment before she

words a deceptive blend of sweetness and hidden malice. “no need to be nervous. I understand your humble background

fifty million as agreed. If you lose…” Her smile widened. “Well, Miss Sinclair, you’ll leave New York immediately

Blake, and me, clearly sensing

en

us.

I’d be gone anyway – whether from New

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replied, my voice steady despite the

instincts flaring,

I didn’t care about his rexetion: heeded to survive cost fifty million dollars. If I won this race, I’d have that exact amount,

I thought, watching Laurel’s triumphant

Blake’s POV

wasn’t how I’d expected the morning to go. The sight of Andrey in her racing suit, commanding the track like she’d been born to it, had already thrown me off

to Laurel, my thoughts drifting to Audrey’s situation. The Sinclairs might live in their Upper East Side mansion, but they had made it crystal clear they preferred their adopted daughter. Their biological child meant nothing to them. Without the Parker family’s support these past years, Audrey would have faced