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.

lap, a gesture meant to convey distress

now…

Audrey’s POV

my modest apartment felt like a sanctuary after the morning’s drama. Snow’s warm weight against my chest as I carried her inside did more to ease my pain than any painkiller could.

of that staircase having left its mark. The irony wasn’t lost

phone buzzed with Dr. Evans‘ name

your experimental treatment… her representative lawyer wants to meet now, to discuss

my battered legs, wincing as I shifted position.

I

then.” I sighed, already knowing I’d regret this. But with only three months left to live, what

to sense something was off about this whole situation. As I stroked her soft fur, my phone

phone beyond time and location. As I applied antiseptic to my bruises, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind

could two terminal cancer patients possibly collaborate on? I thought darkly.

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Chapter 70

Jensen, the lawyer who’d

her. He laid out documents with practiced

bizarre request. “Wait, what? Isn’t she a cancer patient

too smooth, too practiced. Perhaps she needs to conceal her true health status from

elegant in its deception. Each clause had been crafted carefully, leaving no loose ends that might unravel their facade.

smokescreen – it was almost poetic in its simplicity.

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. All treatments will be fully covered,