Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Audrey’s POV

Tears blurred my vision as I stood beneath the flickering street lamp. Ethan hovered nearby, his confident demeanor replaced by awkward concern as he watched me fall apart. He fumbled in his pockets, finally producing a crumpled tissue.

“Hey, don’t cry…” His voice carried a gentle uncertainty I’d never heard from him before. “We’ll find Snow, I promise. The search area might not be big enough…”

The kindness in his tone only made the tears fall faster. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to stem the flow, but it was like trying to hold back the

tide.

“Audrey, please…” Ethan’s voice cracked slightly. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

When I didn’t respond, he finally did what he’d clearly been wanting to do for the past hour – he pulled me into an awkward embrace. His college varsity jacket was soft against my tear–stained cheek as he patted my back with the careful uncertainty of someone who wasn’t used to offering comfort.

“Hey, um, maybe tone it down a little?” He gave a nervous laugh. “It’s past midnight. The neighbors might call the cops if they hear crying…”

The absurdity of the situation – a college student trying to comfort a dying woman over a lost cat – almost made me laugh through my tears. Almost.

“Listen,” he continued, his voice taking on an eager tone that suggested he’d just had an idea. “I’ve read about this – some cats have amazing homing instincts. They can find their way back to places they used to live.”

I pulled back slightly, hiccupping. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” He kept one steadying hand on my shoulder. “Maybe she’s going back to the place you lived before.”

“You really think that’s possible?” The words came out barely above a whisper.

Before Ethan could respond, harsh headlights suddenly flooded the street, temporarily blinding us. The deep purr of the engine filled the night air as a sleek car pulled up to the curb.

“Who drives like that?” Ethan raised one arm to shield my eyes from the glare, his other hand instinctively drawing me closer. “Ever heard of common

courtesy?”

lair. The glow of a freshly

hood.

that dangerous edge I knew too well. “Weren’t you just

ice.

to pull away from Ethan’s embrace,

tension, carrying a defiance that made my blood run cold. ‘Earlier today, there was nothing between

dirt at the hospital?” Ethan continued,

gaze shifting to me, his expression

I frowned deeply.

telling this lie to protect me. If I contradicted him now, it

Blake might trouble

dilemma, Ethan let out a cold laugh. “You know what they say about silence being consent, Mr.

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feelings clear.

held no humor. “So now you need someone else to speak

started walking towards

voice. “This is between us. Don’t drag

fear washing over me. I could hear the threat in Blake’s voice clearly now, Even New York’s most prominere socialites would meet a miserable end

W

Blake’s POV

laugh. “After saying these

toward them, I saw his

primal

the way she’d curl into my warmth with that mix of innocence and seduction that had been uniquely her. Those stolen moments in the garden, her lips finding mine with eager abandon, leading to

really was. When I’d

stood, wrapped in another man’s protection. Someone

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