Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 84

Audrey’s POV

I stared at Laurels triumphont face as she finished declaring how Blake would do anything for her. The oxygen mad by discurând să toat Maces of her supposed less vanished.

ha figured out Blake’s intentions long ago. He was more eager than anyone to finalize our divorce. A month before Laurel retired from Europe fell ar reserved the venue and ordered the cake for his proposal. My heart had contracted briefly when I first learned about his plans, but the pain purekh transformed into tellet.

After all, with his unpredictable temperament, I’d worried he might deliberately delay our divorce out of spite. If he dragged things past or remaining these months, I’d leave this world still carrying the Parker name.

When Laurel spoke those triumphant words, I felt nothing. No pain, no jealousy – just hollow amusement at her desperate need to claim victory in a battle I’d already conceded.

The door swung open, interrupting my thoughts. Blake walked in carrying a basin of warm water, a pink washcloth draped over his arm. He set the basin on Laurel’s bedside table and handed her the washcloth with a gentleness I hadn’t seen in years at least not directed at me.

“Here you go,” he said, his voice unusually soft.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, fingers lingering just a moment too long.

“Thank you, Blake darling!” Laurel’s voice dripped sweetness, her eyes flicking briefly to me.

I watched their performance with detached coldness. Though I’d given up on Blake, seeing my legal husband act so tenderly with another woman still turned my stomach. The contrast between his coldness toward me and this display of affection was almost comical.

I stood up, smoothing down my skirt.

“Mr. Parker,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite my fatigue. “Earlier you said once I finished chatting with Miss Rose, you’d take me home and handle what needs to be done. I’ve stayed as requested and our chat is over.”

I asked directly. “When do you plan to take me home?”

Blake turned, annoyance flickering across his face. He tugged at his tie. “At least wait until Laurel’s cleaned up.”

“So you’ll take me home after Miss Rose finishes washing up?”

Instead of answering me, Blake turned to Laurel. ‘Laurel, what do you think?”

“Of course,” she replied, dabbing at her face with the washcloth. “If Miss Sinclair is in such a hurry, I wouldn’t want to keep her.”

I sat back down while Laurel wiped her face with deliberate slowness. When she finally finished, she fixed me with a sharp stare.

Sinclair, before you leave, please delete those

caught me

her expression hardening before melting into wounded innocence. “When Blake went to get

confused. I hadn’t touched

an actress… if those unflattering

the edge of tears, Blake let out a sigh and stepped toward me, eyes flashing. “Give me your

“I didn’t take any photos

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don’t rush

dramatically. “Mies Sinclair, Ith

and kicked in the stomach, this transparent manipulation was the final

Rose, my patience has

dropping her wounded act. “Aren’t you the one pushing boundaries? Not only do you misunderstand my relationship with Blake dating bon now you want to destroy

felt my grip on

thing she accused me of, yet here she was,

rage as 1

drag me through the mud, I’d make damn sure Blake saw her

unlock the screen, Blake’s hand swooped in

instant, everything clicked. The accusation, the tears, the whole performance it was all orchestrated to get my phone. She wasn’t worried about unflattering photos;

idiot, I’d handed over

lunged toward Blake, fingers

I new took

any pictures of her!”

reach my phone as Blake held

Blake’s POV

her and typed in my birthday – the password

flashed: “Incorrect passcode. Please

changed your password?” I looked at her, genuinely

“Yes.”

back. I’ll unlock it

back. “No. Tell me the code and I’ll