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.

could actually influence their relationship, they wouldn’t still be together after three years. – why make

just a ride home

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

up, “You can barely walk. Want to

were on the second floor of the hospital, where they

and tried to reach past him for the button. I

need to get those injuries checked

photos,” I said. “Having you escort me

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

don’t need

expression darkened. His voice could have

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met his glare, ‘So what does

and began walking toward the stairwell. If I hadn’t been sick and missed our

my wrist. I turned

the appointment because you didn’t want

at him

His grip tightened. “Play the divorce card too many times and it might

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 was

thought the divorce drama had ended when I hid in the hospital instead of signing the papers. And

stairwell door, pushing it open with 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

Blake’s POV

falling/headfirst into the dark stairwell.

my arms around her, steadying us both. Her hair smelled like vanilla – simple, nothing like Laurel’s

heart hammered against my chest, her breathing quick and shallow from the

this morning,” I said. “Want to try