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.

said those exact words to me

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

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

his promises. Now I understood the truth–he hadn’t forgotten his promises, just the ones he made to me. Every word to Laurel, he remembered perfectly. Every promise to her, he

love and

“Miss Sinclair.”

voice snapped me back. She watched me from

should have said something! I’d have given you this wheelchair. Don’t you know you and

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Chapter 88

white gripping the railing. We were still legally married Shice when did a husband

Laurel Blake cut in

I would

arms? Laurel’s voice rose, pulling attention frem everyone

turned to the growing crowd. “This is a hospital with plenty of staff and wheelchairs. If she’s really

started whispering, looking between

got back from Europe? And that’s Blake Parker,

he waited three years while she was

bitter smile formed on my lips at these

Blake’s POV

grew louder,

like this woman’s trying to

after

legs hurt, does she need someone else’s boyfriend carrying her around? No

kept drifting to Audrey. She stood against the wall, face pale as

None of these people knew she was actually my wife, not some random home–wrecker. The irony would be funny if it

when a tall

beside Audrey, positioning himself between her

gossip column,” he said firmly. “Your negative energy isn’t helping

Just trying to see what’s happening

turned to Audrey, concern evident. “Miss

you