Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 70

Blake’s POV

The door closed behind Michael with a decisive click, leaving the vast expanse of room unnaturally quiet. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, I watched my assistant’s figure hurry after Audrey’s retreating form, leaving me alone with Laurel and the echoes of what had just transpired,

The clean staircase showed no sign of what just happened. But the image of Audrey’s body tumbling down those stairs was burned into my mind.

Blake darling… Laurel’s voice wavered as she nervously wet her lips.

I remained fixed on the spot where Audrey had fallen. That was deliberate, She barely touched you, yet you did push her.”

I turned to face her fully, studying her reaction with a cold expression. The expression on her face was beginning to crack under my scrutiny.

“I couldn’t breathe that moment…” Her hand fluttered to her chest. “You know about my cancer…”

“Since when does gastric cancer cause breathing problems?” The question landed like ice between us. When she didn’t immediately respond, I pressed. ‘I still haven’t seen your medical records from Europe.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “I’ve arranged consultations with every leading gastric cancer specialist in the country. Pulled strings, called in favors, moved heaven and earth to get you the best care possible.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yet somehow, your medical records remain mysteriously absent.“/

I took a step closer, watching her shrink back. “Tell me, Laurel. Are you really a cancer patient?”

She looked panicked for a moment. Her composure cracked, just for a moment, before she ducked her head to hide behind her hair.

to convey distress but now seemingly theatrical. “The records from Europe…

now…

Audrey’s POV

drama. Snow’s warm weight against my chest as I carried her inside did more to ease my pain than any painkiller could. Setting her carrier down gently, I collapsed onto my worn couch, finally allowing myself to

its mark. The irony wasn’t lost on me I’d survived terminal

my phone buzzed with Dr. Evans‘ name lighting up

your experimental treatment… her

at my battered legs, wincing as I shifted position.

lawyer indicated it was, I know the timing is

But with

against my leg with concerned chirps. Even she seemed to sense something was off about this whole situation. As I stroked her

As I applied antiseptic to my bruises, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of collaboration could be

possibly collaborate on? I thought darkly. Planning

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restaurant the lawyer booked carried a particular brand of luxury. Andrew Jensen, the lawyer

laid out documents with practiced efficiency. She needs a gastric cancer patient’s records to mask

to process this bizarre request. “Wait, what? Isn’t she a cancer

not privy to those details. His response was too smooth, too practiced. Perhaps she needs to conceal her true health status from certain parties. Given her

clause had been crafted carefully, leaving no loose

Jensen. A terminal patient’s medical records as a smokescreen – it was almost poetic in its simplicity. What better way to hide the truth than behind someone else’s genuine

voice carried that particular blend of efficiency and authority that only came from years of handling delicate matters for the wealthy. “Once you sign, the hospital will treat your records as hers.