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.

Miss Sinclair, before you leave, please delete those unflattering photos

caught me off

before melting into wounded innocence. “When Blake went to get water, you secretly took photos of

I hadn’t touched my phone since

those unflattering photos leaked…”

let out a sigh and stepped toward

“I didn’t

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Laureis våre cracked fan

Rone, don’t

turned away dramatically. “Mies Sinclair,

the stomach, this

Rose, my patience

you the one pushing boundaries? Not only do you misunderstand my relationship with Blake dating bon

felt my grip on

was unbelievable. I hadn’t done a single thing she accused me of, yet here she was, twisting reality

my face. My hands shook with barely contained rage as 1 yanked my phone from my pocket. “You want to play dirty,

mud, I’d make damn

could unlock the screen, Blake’s hand swooped in

The accusation, the tears, the whole performance it was all orchestrated to get my phone. She wasn’t worried about unflattering photos; she wanted to destroy evidence of her

I’d handed over exactly what she

I lunged toward Blake, fingers grasping

I new took

any pictures of her!”

useless. Even stretching to my full height, I couldn’t reach my phone

Blake’s POV

the phone away from her and typed in my birthday – the password she’d used since day

“Incorrect passcode. Please

I looked

“Yes.”

toward me. “Just give it back. I’ll unlock it and delete whatever

back. “No. Tell me the code and I’ll do

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