Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 87

Audrey’s POV

I limped toward the elevator, each step sending pain through my bruised legs. When I reached it, I pressed the button and leaned against the wall, needing its support more than I wanted to admit.

Laurel’s question still echoed in my head: “Do I matter more than Miss Sinclair? Despite everything, I’d had that stupid, tiny hope when she asked it. But Blake’s answer had been clear enough.

Though I didn’t get the answer I secretly wanted to hear, there wasn’t much turmoil in my heart. Everyone in New York knew Blake Parker preferred Laurel Rose. The way he looked at her, the tenderness in his voice when he spoke to her–it was obvious. I had no reason not to accept it.

The elevator arrived empty, and I stepped inside. Just as the doors began to close, a hand shot through the gap. Blake stepped in, immediately making the space feel smaller.

Didn’t he just finish cozying up to Laurel? How is he here now? With this thought, I moved to the opposite corner. “Aren’t you staying to take care of your Miss Rose?”

Blake pressed the button and turned to me. “I promised I’d take you home and take care of what needs to be done.

I frowned, confused by his words. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you want to see me delete those photos?” he added.

Right. The blackmail photos of Astrid. With everything else, I’d nearly forgotten.

“So, Mr. Parker, you came after me to fulfill your promise?” I kept my voice flat. “I can get home alone. Just delete the photos in front of me. You can do it right here.”

“So eager to avoid being around me?”

“I just don’t want to affect your relationship with Miss Rose.”

His mouth twisted into a cold smile. “You couldn’t affect us even if you tried.”

My fake smile instantly froze on my face.

was right. I was being ridiculous. If I could actually influence their relationship, they wouldn’t still be together after three years. – why make

just a ride home

indicator, surprised to see we were not in the lobby. I instinctively turned

barely walk. Want to risk another

were on the second floor of the hospital, where they treated external injuries

the button. I know my legs better than anyone. I don’t

need to get those injuries checked right

me home and delete the photos,” I said. “Having you escort me to a doctor wasn’t part of the

his arms. “Don’t you care about your own body? Have you seen

need

expression darkened. His voice could have frozen water. Audrey

Chapter 87

his glare, ‘So what does

toward the stairwell. If I

out, grabbing my wrist. I

the appointment because you didn’t want the divorce,

at

you can push this act.” His grip tightened. “Play the divorce card too many times and it might actually

my arm free. Even now, he thought I didn’t really want a divorce? That I was just making a scene? After three years, Blake had never truly understood me. He believed

I hid in the hospital instead of signing the papers. And now he was annoyed I’d

more force than necessary. The dim emergency lighting cast long shadows as I approached the first step. Whether from anger or the dim light, I missed the first step entirely, and

Blake’s POV

falling/headfirst into the dark stairwell. I caught her arm

enough that I had to brace myself. I wrapped my arms around her, steadying us both. Her hair smelled like vanilla – simple, nothing like Laurel’s expensive

from the scare. I ran my hand down

the stairs once this