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.

Blake had said those exact words

had no one. During

year later, I saw him with Laurel Rose, the perfect couple in every

his promises, just the ones he made to me. Every word to Laurel,

between love and its

“Miss Sinclair.”

She watched me from

anymore?” She stood up smoothly. You should have said something! I’d have given

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Chapter 88

the railing. We were still legally married Shice when did a husband tinygg hén

Laurel Blake cut in

grandfather I would take care of

frem everyone nearby.

growing crowd. “This is a hospital with plenty of staff and wheelchairs. If she’s really hurting, there are professional were to halo

started whispering, looking

Rose, the actress who just got back from

heard he waited three years while she was

on my lips at these

Blake’s POV

grew louder,

this woman’s trying

after another

think she is? Just because her legs hurt, does she need someone else’s boyfriend

to Audrey. She stood against

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

to say something when

stepped beside Audrey, positioning

not a gossip column,” he said firmly. “Your

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

Audrey, concern evident. “Miss

you