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.

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 off- kilter. Her efforts

allowance,” Blake’s lip curled as he took in the surroundings, his disdain palpable. “and this is where

felt heat rise to

throat – that every penny of his “allowance” had gone to experimental cancer treatments and desperate attempts to save our

“Home? All I

create any distance between us, his weight pressed me deeper into the cushions. His fingers found my

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

carefully, comparing the ones he’d just made with those from the spa. The tension that had been radiating from him since our encounter with Ethan finally seemed to

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

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hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up as his mouth claimed mine with devastating

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

now,” he breathed against

gasp from my lips. “But you’re still just as responsive

managed between quickening breaths, “I need to ask you

is it?” His voice held

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

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

of smile I knew would get under his skin. “Yes.” My legs tightened around his waist

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

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

mouth claimed mine with bruising intensity, stealing any response I might have made. The small living room seemed to shrink around us as

as consciousness slowly returned. Every muscle in my body protested as I forced my eyes open, only to find Blake already dressed in an impeccable silver–gray suit,

awake.” It wasn’t a