Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 67

After three years of marriage, he’d taken whatever he wanted from me. What difference would this moment make?

And so, I let Blake guide me to his car.

Blake’s car glided to a stop outside Lunar Mansion.

The familiar gates stood tall, guarding the place full of memories I’d tried to forget. The manicured gardens, the marble fountain, the sweeping driveway – everything exactly as I’d left it two weeks ago.

I never thought I’d see this place again. The day I walked away, clutching Snow to my chest like a lifeline after losing our baby, I’d been so certain. So final. Yet here I was, unable to break free completely.

cut through my reminiscing, his voice carrying that familiar mix of authority and

a deep breath. But before I could take a single step toward the entrance, his hand caught my arm. The touch was different from his earlier possessive grip – lighter, almost hesitant. When his fingers slid down to

palm burned against mine as he led me toward the mansion, his steps steady. I couldn’t help stealing glances at his profile, trying to read something anything in

knew had always maintained careful distance, treating physical touch like a weapon to be wielded rather than a comfort to be shared. Now, his fingers wrapped around mine with

“Blake darling, you’re home!”

matching pink apron tied around her waist. She held a spatula in

moment her eyes landed on our joined hands, that carefully crafted warmth shattered. Her lips trembled as she turned to Blake. “Why

Miss Sinclair here?”

our marital home – mine and Blake’s – where we’d created the few precious moments of happiness I’d been allowed to keep.I never imagined he’d bring her here, let her play house in the spaces where my dreams had lived and

I slipped my hand from