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.

up, her chaotic nature was evident everywhere – books stacked at odd angles, throw pillows arranged

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

felt heat rise to my cheeks. “It feels like… home,” I offered

“allowance” had gone to experimental cancer treatments and desperate attempts to save our baby.

him. “Home? All

his weight pressed me deeper into the cushions. His fingers found my hoodie’s collar, and suddenly breathing became a

hoodie’s collar, exposing more skin. His mouth descended on my neck with bruising intensity, deliberately adding new marks alongside

comparing the ones he’d just made with those from the

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

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Chapter 65

his hand gripped my

away – the cramped apartment, my

thought Mrs. Parker would have forgotten all about me by now,” he breathed against my ear, his voice rough with

gasp from my lips.

between quickening breaths, “I need to

voice held a hint of amusement.

face, painting my cheeks a deep crimson. Even through the haze of desire, I

glint flickering in his dark eyes. “So all this… enthusiasm,” his

curve into the kind of smile I knew would get under his skin. “Yes.” My legs

would feed his need for dominance. The sharp intake of his breath confirmed I’d hit my

his features as he examined my flushed face. “Well then,”

next 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 tension and unspoken

my ceiling as consciousness slowly returned. Every muscle in my body protested as I forced my

It wasn’t a