Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Audrey’s POV

*Used to it.”

Simple words, devastating in their casual cruelty.

I stared out at the passing city lights, letting out a bitter laugh. Five years of loving him, three years of marriage, and this was what I was worth – someon who should have grown accustomed to being the family punching bag. Rebecca and Thalia’s orchestrated takedowns, the whispered mockery at charity galas, the endless speculation about my background – apparently, I should have developed immunity to it all by now.

Each perfect smile, each graceful deflection of veiled insults had cost me pieces of myself I’d never get back. And for what? To hear him dismiss it all with three casual words.

“No.” My voice came out steady, unfamiliar even to my own ears. “I never got used to it.” I met his eyes in the rearview mirror. ‘No one gets used to being

target.”

Blake’s gaze flickered to the mirror, searching my face–perhaps for the acquiescence he’d grown accustomed to. Instead, he found only resolution. For once, it seemed Blake Parker had nothing to say.

“So this time…” I let each word land with deliberate weight, “I would rather die than apologize to your Miss Rose.”

The screech of tires against asphalt filled the car as Blake slammed on the brakes, pulling over with enough force to throw me against the seat in front of

me.

Blake’s POV

I yanked the gear shift into park, anger coursing through my veins like electricity. As my eyes met hers, before I could say anything, my mind went blank.

The woman staring back at me was a stranger. Gone was the warm glow that used to light her eyes whenever she looked at me, replaced by something cold and distant.

When had that happened? When had Audrey Sinclair become someone I couldn’t read?

A hint of fear washed through me. I pushed it down, drawing out a cigarette instead. The flame from my lighter caught the sharp angles of her face, and for a moment, I was struck by how beautiful she still was, even twisted with fury. The thought came unbidden and unwelcome.

“What if I insist you apologize to Laurel today?” The words came out calmer than I felt.

A cold smile touched her lips. “And if I refuse? What will you do, Mr. Parker? Force my mouth open?”

The formal address stung. When had we become such strangers?

“That won’t be necessary.” I took a long drag, letting the smoke curl between us. “Parker Group recently investigated a modeling agency for acquisition.”

Audrey’s POV

The mention of a “modeling agency‘ made my nerves instantly go taut – Astrid worked as a model.

material on the owner’s computer.” Blake continued, his voice as cold and detached as if he were discussing a mundane business transaction. “Hidden camera

in my body tense as he

the smoke curling between us like a living thing. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone and casually

Take a look.“

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made my heart leap into my throat. I bit my lip hard, eyes drawn to the screen despite averything in me screaming

Astrid Wilson in her underwear, searching through

by me through everything–my diagnosis, the love of the baby, the

Parker, you’re despicable!” The words tore

corner of his mouth. I didn’t want to resort to

click of the car doors unlocking punctuated his

upstairs and apologize now, or I’ll have

through nightmares, whose hand I’d held through blindness and coma. Where had that man gone? Or had he been nothing but a beautiful

and steel structure gleaming in the afternoon sun. The drive from Parker Mansion should have taken thirty minutes Blake had done it in less than fifteen. Another testament to how far he’d go for Laurel

That’s all I had left. I could spend it fighting

tasted like ash. “I’ll

across

I continued, my voice low, “those

delete them. Simple

that.” The irony of trusting his promises wasn’t lost on me. Our wedding

filled the corridor as I walked through the sliding doors. The private room bustled with activity, but something felt off.

eye – too familiar now with genuine critical care – the artifice was obvious. Her breathing was too measured, her coloring too perfect, the equipment arranged for maximum visual impact rather

Sinclair…” She extended a trembling

were in critical condition without

opened behind us. On cue, she clutched her chest, coughing delicately. “I never asked for an apology… cough…

tone filled with concern. “Laurel!

need, Blake, please… I need

protective instincts

fine.” She managed a brave smile. “Miss Sinclair and I… need to

obvious reluctance, Blake released her hand and turned to leave. As he passed me, he lowered

into my palms. “Don’t worry. I won’t risk my

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words made my heart leap into my throat. I bit my lip hard, eyes drawn to the screen despite averything in me screaming to look

was Astrid Wilson in

stood by me through everything–my diagnosis, the love of the baby, the crumbling of my marriage now being

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