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.

back: “Trust me, if Blake sees this, he’ll definitely think

my husband better than I did. She’d predicted his reaction perfectly, down

eyes.

a soft laugh. Unfortunately, it seemed that he 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 here you are, entangled with multiple men, even leaving marks on your

he was, playing the betrayed husband while planning his engagement party to another woman. The sheer absurdity of

through my thoughts

“Fine.”

the point? He’d already written his own version of events in his mind, just

as I adjusted my hoodie, but I forced them steady. Three months left to live, I reminded myself.

heavier than the last, but I kept my spine straight. The

a two–way street, I thought grimly. And I don’t really need this anymore. The cancer growing inside me

the night’s silence. The screen lit up with an

‘Hey, it’s me, Ethan.”

was confused. “Ethan?

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