Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 62

Audrey’s POV

Blake’s words froze me mid–motion, an icy chill replacing the warmth of Ethan’s protective embrace. I knew exactly what that tone meant – Blake Parker

didn’t make idle threats.

“That’s your go–to move?” Ethan’s voice crackled with the particular brand of righteous anger that only youth could justify. “Threatening a woman you claim to care about?‘ His grip on my shoulder tightened, less protective now than defiant. “If you’ve got a problem with me, just say it. Don’t hide behind threats.”

Blake’s icy glare was terrifying. That calculated smile played across his lips as he drew out his phone with deliberate slowness.

“Ethan Davies. His voice carried the kind of casual menace. “Such an… interesting profile.”

He scrolled through his screen with exaggerated care, each word carrying danger. “Twenty–two years old. NYU sports science senior. Rather impressive academic trajectory, especially for someone juggling athletic commitments with grad school applications.”

The streetlight caught the predatory gleam in his eyes as he continued. “Though I must say, your family background is particularly fascinating. Parents and grandparents are still alive. Living in a town three hundred miles from here? And your sister…” He paused, letting the implications hang heavy in the air. ‘Such a bright future ahead of her.”

I watched the color drain from Ethan’s face as Blake’s words hit their mark. The young man who’d been so boldly defiant moments ago now looked like prey realizing it was already in the trap.

Blake wasn’t done, his gaze sweeping over Ethan with cold calculation. “Tell me, Mr. Davies… How’s your sister’s SAT prep going? Scored 1450 the first time, wasn’t it?”

*Stop!” His voice shook. “That’s enough! How… I never told…”

“Want to know how long it took to dig this up?” Blake’s voice was deceptively casual.

Ethan remained silent, but the fright in his eyes was evident.

Blake didn’t even cast a glance at him. “My assistant pulled it up on the drive over.” He looked at his watch with deliberate indifference. “Ten minutes, give or take.”

run through Ethan’s shoulders, though he held his ground. Young, brave, and so terribly

way his presence seemed to fill the space between us. “Your life story? Your family? Couldn’t care less about

A cold laugh tugged at his lips, his voice filled with

cigar, lighting it with casual elegance. His gaze finally shifted to where I stood behind Ethan’s protective

“Last chance. What’s really going on

what happened to those who crossed Blake Parker in New York,

my sides as stepped away from Ethan.

Another cloud of

he said was a lie.” The words tasted like ash. “He’s just someone I hired to help look for

his cigar before letting out a cold smile.

a deep breath, turning to give Ethan an apologetic look before walking to Blake’s side

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Chapter 62

couldn’t express.

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heel, then draped his arm across my shoulders. The gesture was pure theater a performance of possession

words rolled off his tongue with arrogance. “You’re punching way above your weight class

watched the transformation happen in real time – Ethan’s bright energy dimming like

now stood deflated under the weight of Blake Parker’s casual cruelty. Thinking about this, I

managed finally, looking up at Blake, “will you

his arm and a graceful slide into the waiting car, as if the whole scene

taking in the wounded look in those young eyes. “Astrid will handle

genuine kindness to a

wait for his response. Couldn’t. The darkness of the car’s interior beckoned – a fitting end to a night where shadows seemed to

around.

us wrapped in a silence that

Blake’s voice cut through the silence, cold