Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 88

Andrey’s POV

Aty body lifted into the air with unexpected ease. “Don t I warned, arts automatically rapping around his ord

Being pushed down the stairs by Laurel this morning and kicked in the stomach hours ago had left me with enough brutes. If Blake dropped me més, rá ke one giant walking bruise.

When my arms circled his neck, Blake froze. His rhythm faltered, like a skipped heartbear. I looked up and caught him staring at me, the corner of hit notch. twitching upward.

As our eyes met, something turned different. His eyes, usually unreadable, held an expression I’d never seen directed at me before

The corridor buzzed with activity–doctors rushing pasi, nurses with patients, worried family members huddled together. Yet somellow, these sinds Ended away. Just Blake and me, locked in a moment I couldn’t explain.

What are you two doing?”

Laurel’s voice cut through our bubble. A nurse pushed her in a wheelchair, her posture looking fragile. Her tearful eyes moved between us.

“Blake darling, didn’t you say you were just escorting Miss Sinclair to the trauma unit?” Her voice quivered. “You lied to me!

Blake snapped back to reality. His brow furrowed, and he set me down so quickly I almost fell. My legs buckled, and I grabbed the wall railing to steady myself.

“Laurel, don’t cry, it’s my fault,” Blake said, crossing to her in three long strides. He handed her a tissue. “Weren’t you supposed to be resting in your room?”

Laurel hugged Blake’s waist, resting her head against his stomach. Over his back, she caught my eye, triumph flashing across her face before returning to wounded innocence.

“Blake darling, I trusted you so much… If you had just told me you wanted to take Miss Sinclair here, I wouldn’t have objected… Why did you lie to me?”

Her fingers curled into his shirt possessively.

“Have you forgotten what you once told me? That you

would never lie to your good girl…”

Blake sighed. “Laurel, I’m… sorry. I just didn’t want you to worry…”

I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. A bitter laugh nearly escaped my lips.

to his good girl…” Blake had said those exact words to me five

he had no one. During those quiet days, he made promises. He’d never lie to me. Once he

night after night. Then, a year later, I saw him with Laurel Rose,

the ones he made

difference between love

“Miss Sinclair.”

snapped me back. She watched me from her

up smoothly. You should have said something! I’d have

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Chapter 88

We were still legally married Shice when

Laurel Blake cut in

grandfather I would take

pulling attention frem

If she’s really hurting, there are professional were to halo why did

whispering,

that Laurel Rose, the actress who just got back from Europe? And that’s Blake

he waited three years while she

bitter smile formed on my lips at these

Blake’s POV

whispers grew

this woman’s trying to steal someone’s

after

hurt, does she

I frowned as I rubbed Laurel’s back, trying to calm her, but my eyes kept drifting to Audrey. She stood against the wall, face pale as she listened to

of these people knew she was actually my wife, not some random home–wrecker. The irony would be

to say something when a tall figure pushed through

beside Audrey, positioning himself between her

a gossip column,” he said

grumbling. “Whatever. Just trying to see what’s happening

turned to Audrey, concern evident. “Miss

you