Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 82

Audrey’s POV

Looking at these papers, my heart stuttered. Blake Parker, studying gastric cancer research? For a moment, wild hope flared in my chem. Had ha cimet discovered my condition? Was there still enough of the man I’d married left to care?

A tiny spark of hope flickered to life in my chest. Perhaps beneath all his cruelty and indifference, some part of him still cared. Maybe he’d discovered my condition and was secretly trying to help me. The thought made my throat tighten with unexpected emotion.

Audrey Sinclair. What are you doing?”

I was still crouching on the floor collecting papers when Blake’s cold voice cut through my thoughts. I instinctively looked up, my voice slightly trembling as I asked the question burning in my mind.)

Blake. Why… why are you researching this illness?”

His expression darkened immediately. He strode over and snatched the files from my hands, his movements precise and angry as he carefully placed the scattered papers back into the folder.

“Who gave you permission to look at these papers?.,\

could hear the anger and frustration in his voice.

“These cost a fortune to obtain from overseas medical schools. They need to be returned intact.” He continued, coldly glaring at me.

The tiny spark of hope that had just risen in my heart instantly dissipated, leaving behind only the familiar cold emptiness. He wasn’t doing this for me. Of course he wasn’t. When had Blake Parker ever done anything for me?

I watched him organize the papers with meticulous care, his attention to these documents far exceeding any attention he’d shown me in years. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Blake wasn’t a medical professional. Parker Group didn’t deal with pharmaceuticals. So why…

Wait.

complained of stomach pains – Blake wasn’t researching gastric cancer for me. He was

felt like ice water in

a bitter laugh. The memories I’d tried so hard to

would light up at the sight of my homemade beef stew, when he’d insist on having dinner together no matter how late his meetings ran. The way he’d wrap his arms around me in

Still, I kept cooking, kept waiting with meals that grew cold on the table. Night after night, ignoring my cramping stomach, telling myself he’d come home eventually. Even William Parker noticed – “Boy, look at your

even spared me a glance was studying top–level gastric cancer research papers because of Laurel’s fake stomach pains. So this is what it looked like when Blake Parker truly cared for

by

wheedling quality I’d come to

happened, Blake responded, his tone instantly softening to something I barely recognized.

outside would be boring for her, but you wouldn’t

don’t both of you come in? The three of us can chat together, wouldn’t that

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to me, all traces of tenderness vanishing from his expression: Tat a go,

head. 1 have nothing to discuss with

emotiona calmed down, right? Delete those photos and their backups now, and I’ll leave immediately, not disturbing

I could still hear the edge of anger. What private time? In my eyes, Laurel

upward into a mocking smile. ‘Oh,

had booked the venue and cake for the Laurel

before Laurel returned from Europe. Now he was telling me

completely innocent, whether you believe it or

his tone growing

Laurel appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in a designer hospital