Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 69

Blake’s POV

Audrey tumbled down the stairs before I could react. Her slight frame hit each step with sickening thuds that echoed through the marble halls, finally coming to rest in a crumpled heap at the bottom.

In that split second, it felt as if I didn’t know how to breathe. Without conscious thought, my body was already moving toward her, driven by an instinct I couldn’t understand.

But just as I had descended two steps, a voice came from behind me.

“Blake darling…” Laurel slumped to the ground, clutching her neck, her voice filled with misery. “It hurts… I can’t breathe…”

I froze mid–stride, torn between the woman lying at the bottom of the stairs and the one currently on the ground, one hand pressed dramatically to her neck. The sound of Laurel’s labored breathing filled the silence.

“I can’t breathe… Blake… please…”

Her cancer. As I thought this, my eyes drifted to where Audrey lay. She was already pushing herself up, using the banister for support.

The weight of my promise from five years ago pressed down on me like a physical thing,

I let out a sign, turned back, catching her just as her knees buckled. “Laurel? Are you alright?”

Her skin felt cold and clammy as I lifted her into my arms. She curled into me immediately, her body trembling. ‘It hurts… everything hurts…”

I didn’t respond but stared at Audrey downstairs. The sight of her managing on her own helped ease the knot of guilt in my chest. She was fine. She had to

be.

Audrey’s POV

The world tilted and spun as I struggled to push myself up from the floor. Each movement sent waves of agony through my body.

Compared to the physical pain, the grief welling up in my heart at this moment swept over me like a tidal wave. Here I was, having just tumbled down an entire flight of stairs, while Laurel played the victim in Blake’s arms.

tighter, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight.

about me… check on Miss Sinclair… she

don’t worry about

even conscious was nothing short of miraculous. The height of those

voice cracked, the picture of regret. “She was choking me…

her tongue so easily. I watched as Blake pulled her closer, his protective instincts fully engaged

he murmured.

to hear it from Miss Sinclair herself… I need

with fury in my chest. After pushing me down a flight of stairs, she had the audacity

carried that familiar edge of command. “Come up here

her? Blake, are you out of your mind?” I forced myself to stand straighter, ignoring the protest from every bruised muscle.

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Chapter 69

staircase, I met their eyes –

I hadn’t been lucky, I’d be dead right now.” My voice came out steady. She hasn’t shown an ounce of remorse, and now you want me to tell her it’s all

chest. ‘I knew

Laurel’s increasingly pallid face. Within seconds, his phone was at his ear. Michael, bring

defended herself. That makes you even. Would it kill you to say

I’d foolishly allowed myself to feel

calmly. “She saw me desperate to find Snow, then

My voice hardened. ‘But it was barely

“Look at her neck. Show me these terrible marks

Laurel’s hand flew to her throat. But Blake had already seen. His grip gentled as he moved her

his expression as realization

hurt her,” I continued, my voice steady despite the pain. “But she made sure I hit every step on the way down. You want me to forgive her? Dream

was no point staying here to watch their romantic performance –

front door froze

doorway, a cat carrier dangling from his hand. His eyes widened as

the stairs and