Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Audrey’s POV

I let my eyes fall closed, surrendering to the moment.

Though I’d resigned myself to divorce, though my heart had long since given up on him, there was no denying Blake Parker’s raw magnetism in moments like these.

Three years of marriage had taught me many things, but perhaps the most dangerous lesson was just how perfectly we fit together in these intimate moments. Despite everything the hurt, the betrayal, the impending divorce my body still remembered every touch, every kiss, every passionate night we’d shared.

As his weight pressed me deeper into the leather seat, I found my resistance crumbling. Why not? I thought hazily. One last time before the divorce…

But before things could progress any further, he suddenly pulled back. The passionate moment shattered like glass, leaving me cold and confused.

I blinked my eyes open, staring up at him uncertainly. “What’s wrong?”

“Seems like Miss Sinclair hasn’t been lacking male company lately.” Blake’s cold laugh cut through the heated atmosphere like a blade. His gaze dropped pointedly to my collarbone, eyes darkening with something dangerous. “Was it James Collins? Or perhaps that college boy from today?”

His question only deepened my confusion.

As I glanced down instinctively, my eyes falling to my exposed collarbone, understanding hit me like a physical blow. So that’s what he thought was happening – the red mark from yesterday’s spa disaster.

if Blake

wondered if my best friend knew my husband better than I did. She’d predicted his reaction

eyes.

took this smile as me reminiscing about sweet memories with other men, because his face darkened even more. He said coldly, “I’ve kept things pure with Laurel, yet

really found his words ironic. Here he was, playing the betrayed husband while planning his engagement party to another woman.

command cut through my thoughts

“Fine.”

his own version of

I pushed open the car door. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted my hoodie, but I forced them steady. Three months

street as I started toward my apartment building. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I kept my spine straight. The last thing I needed was for Blake

don’t really need this anymore. The cancer growing inside me made such encounters increasingly dangerous

with an

‘Hey, it’s me, Ethan.”

was confused. “Ethan? How did

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