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.

through my reminiscing, his voice

his hand caught my arm. The touch was different from his earlier possessive

his steps steady. I couldn’t help stealing glances at his profile,

so unlike him. The Blake I knew had always maintained careful distance, treating physical touch like a weapon to be wielded rather than

“Blake darling, you’re home!”

doorway wearing a soft pink loungewear set, a matching pink apron tied around her waist. She held a spatula

landed on our joined hands, that carefully crafted warmth shattered. Her

Miss Sinclair here?”

our marital home – mine and Blake’s – where we’d created the few precious moments of happiness I’d been

from his