Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 65

Audrey’s POV

Blake’s words were heavy with implications. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died in my throat as memories of our earlier encounter flooded

back.

“No, I…” The rest of my sentence dissolved into silence as Blake smoothly exited the car. Before I could process what was happening, he’d circled around to my side, opening the door with practiced elegance.

The night air hit my face, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the car’s interior. But before I could step out, strong arms slipped beneath my knees and behind my back, lifting me with effortless grace.

A startled gasp escaped my lips as I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck for balance. The familiar scent of him wrapped around me like a forgotten memory.

A hint of satisfaction flickered across his features as we approached my building.

“Didn’t you say that you’d be better off without me?” His voice carried a particular blend of arrogance and amusement. “You’ve lost weight again. Too much.”

Hearing his words, I found myself sinking deeper into his embrace, my head finding that perfect spot between his shoulder and neck that felt like it had been carved just for me.

I should explain. Should struggle. Should maintain the boundaries I’d so carefully constructed when I’d moved out. After all, this was the man who’d already planned his engagement party to another woman. The man who’d made it clear, time and time again, that our marriage meant nothing.

But five years of loving him, three years of marriage, two periods of devoted care – during his blindness and later his coma – had left their mark on my heart. I couldn’t just erase that kind of muscle memory with logic alone. Each remembered moment of care felt like another crack in my carefully constructed walls.

Focus, I reminded myself sternly. I needed to play this carefully if I wanted Snow back.

Knowing Blake’s nature, if I pushed too hard about Snow’s whereabouts like I had about the divorce, I’d end up with the same result – nothing. I could wait him out on the divorce until his engagement to Laurel forced his hand, but Snow was different.

He’d never liked her, always sneering when he saw me holding her, suggesting I get rid of her. One wrong move, one hint of defiance, and he might just do exactly that.

flickered weakly as he carried me through the doorway. Despite Astrid’s earlier attempts at tidying up, her chaotic nature was evident everywhere – books stacked at odd angles, throw pillows arranged with more enthusiasm than skill, everything just slightly

curled as he took in the surroundings, his disdain palpable. “and this is where

arms, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “It feels like…

treatments and desperate attempts to save our baby. The money had disappeared faster than autumn leaves

“Home? All I

couch creaked slightly as he set me down, but before I could create any distance between us, his weight pressed me deeper into

skin. His mouth descended on my neck with bruising intensity, deliberately adding new

he finally lifted his head, his eyes studied the marks carefully, comparing the ones he’d just made with those from the spa. The tension that had been

smile tugged at my lips despite everything. Who would have thought? Blake Parker – New York’s most feared CEO – could be

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process his reaction, his hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up as

kiss deepened. Everything else faded away – the cramped apartment, my

forgotten all about me by now,” he breathed against my ear, his voice rough with desire. “Living such an… entertaining life

from my lips. “But you’re still just

breaths, “I need to

it?” His voice held a hint

my cheeks a deep crimson. Even through the haze of desire, I hadn’t forgotten my mission. “Snow’s missing,” I managed between

glint flickering in his dark eyes. “So all this… enthusiasm,” his voice dropped to a silken

met his gaze through half–lidded eyes, letting my lips curve into the kind of smile I knew would get under his skin. “Yes.” My legs tightened around his waist deliberately, drawing him closer as

buttons to push, what responses would feed his need for dominance. The sharp intake of his breath

predatory smile spread across his features as he examined my flushed face. “Well then,” he murmured, his voice rough with

moment, his mouth claimed mine with bruising intensity, stealing any response I might have made. The small living room seemed to shrink around us as the temperature spiked, the air growing thick with

body protested as I forced my eyes open, only to find Blake already dressed in an impeccable silver–gray suit, lounging

awake.” It wasn’t