Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 42

Audrey’s POV

“Mrs. Parker? She’s Sinclair! Audrey Sinclair! Astrid shot up from her chair with a scoff “Blake Parker and Lauret dose are in this hospital crim arény a flanche

She moved toward Michael, protective anger radiating from her every movement. Audrey’s injured. Whatever they have to kay can go through mat.

“Miss Wilson, Michael positioned himself carefully in the doorway, his normally composed expression showing a hint of train. Please rulerstand that wouldn’t be appropriate. Ile shifted his attention to me, his voice softening slightly Mrs. Parker, Mr. Parker requests your pretence. He mighty that if w want the divorce proceedings to move forward smoothly…“.

The implied threat hung heavy in the ait, unspoken but clear. I stared at my hands for a moment, feeling the familiar throb at my temples intensify of course he would use the divorce as leverage it was so perfectly, predictably Blake.

I gave a bitter smile as I tried to push myself up from the bed.

“Here, let me help.” Felix was at my side before I could process his movement, one hand extended in support.

I leaned away from his offered assistance, managing what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Thanks, I can manage.”

with you,” he offered, dropping

necessary. I kept my voice gentle but firm. ‘I can’t let

frustration across his features told me he wanted to argue, but years of social training kept him silent. In any other circumstance, his chivalrous instincts might have been

wasn’t so easily deterred. She was at my side in an instant, her presence

extracted myself from

“Audrey-”

combined with Blake’s arrogance and Laurel’s manipulations would be explosive. The last thing I needed was a

lips together, clearly unhappy but understanding. Fine. But keep your phone close. One call – that’s all

almost

spine despite the protest from my

respectful silence as we navigated the hospital’s maze of corridors and elevators. Other patients

approached yet another elevator. “You sure

three years of marriage to Blake. Always fine, always composed, always the perfect Mrs.

couldn’t

spoke volumes. “Misy Rose is… it’s

several feet from the suite when Laurel’s voice drifted through the partially open