Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 44

Audrey’s POV

Looking at the couple before me, I knew I should be feeling heartbroken, upset, or even furious right note-

But perhaps because I no longer held any expectations for Blake Parker, my heart had grown completely numb, desold of any emotion.

Blake darling… After crying for a while, Laurel seemed to notice I had no intention of apologizing. She shifted in Blake’s arms, pretending to hem recovered somewhat, and buried herself deeper into his chest with practiced vulnerability. ‘Don’t be too hard on Sisa Sinclair.

“Miss Sinclait,” she turned to me with perfectly calculated distress in her voice. “I know you’ve always had something against me

“Blake and 1. there’s really nothing between us… As she spoke these words, she deliberately pressed herself closer to Blake, her body language completely contradicting her statement.

A cold smile touched my lips. Miss Rose, you’re clinging to my husband while we’re still legally married, yet you claim there’s nothing between you?”

Her face turned pale instantly. She quickly released Blake, but tears had already started flowing down her cheeks. ‘Miss Sinclair, please don’t think that way, Blake and I…

1 only see her as a sister,” Blake cut in, his voice hard and cold. ‘Stop making things so complicated.”

“Whatever is between you two,” I said, surprised by the steadiness in my voice, ‘I stopped caring long ago.” I met his gaze directly. “Blake, just sign the papers, okay? That’s the best thing you can do. See you at the court tomorrow.”

I could see his jaw tightened – a tell I’d learned to recognize during our marriage. He was angry, but more than that, he was caught off guard. Good.

“And don’t forget,” I added as I turned to leave, “the racetrack’s security footage will show exactly what happened today. You might want to review it before demanding any more apologies.” I paused at the door. “Oh, and the fifty million dollars from our bet – I’ll expect that in my account before the divorce proceedings.”

I made it halfway down the corridor before the pain hit. My stomach cramped violently, forcing me to lean against the wall. Through the partially open door of the suite, I could hear Laurel’s voice, perfectly pitched to carry:

“Blake darling, how dare she speak to us that way!”

I deliberately crash into her? I have

couldn’t afford to lose, deliberately

I’m so upset,

want to laugh, though the pain in my own stomach made that impossible. Here she was, pretending to have stomach pains,

pushed myself off the wall, forcing my legs to carry me back to my own room. A few minutes later, when I returned to my room

the room to grasp my hand. Her eyes searched my face. “Blake and that bitch,

you

much trouble,

“Blake just wanted me

is

Astrid had brought. A faint smile touched my lips. “Well,

for him, haven’t I?”

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Chapter 44

years of mamas had taught me wen / always take romansinity

chest. I’d

apotegies to her, Astrid said, watching one

fresh clothes, my voice steady. Tar

out a breath I hadn’t realized

say more, my phone rang –

I wanted to keep my condition private. A call

Astrid and stepped into the stairwell, my hand trembling slightly

unmistakable strain. The gentleman who wants to

about the fifty million. And he

made their