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.

leave, please delete those unflattering photos you took

request caught me off

into wounded innocence. “When Blake went to get water,

stared at her, confused. I hadn’t touched my

normally wouldn’t mind… But I’m an actress… if those unflattering photos leaked…” She clutched the blanket. “My career…

out a sigh and stepped toward me, eyes

didn’t take

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Rone, don’t rush

turned away dramatically. “Mies

down stairs and kicked in the stomach, this

my patience has

boundaries? Not only do you misunderstand my relationship with Blake dating

my grip

a single thing she accused me of, yet here she was, twisting reality as she

rage as 1 yanked my phone from my pocket. “You

determined to drag me through the mud, I’d make damn sure Blake saw her true colors. The recording would

screen, Blake’s hand swooped in

clicked. The accusation, the tears, the whole performance it was all orchestrated to get my

handed over exactly what she

back!” I lunged toward Blake, fingers

I new took

any pictures of her!”

was useless. Even stretching to my full height, I couldn’t reach my phone as Blake held it overhead, keeping it just beyond my

Blake’s POV

away from her and typed in my birthday

screen flashed: “Incorrect passcode.

I looked at her, genuinely

“Yes.”

I’ll unlock it and delete

back. “No. Tell me the