Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Audrey’s POV

Watching Blake defend Laurel yet again, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly to myself

Five years ago, when I fell for Blake Parker, I thought he hung the moon. The perfect man brilliant, handsome, unstopp

Now? Watching him dance to Laurel’s every tune, I was finally waking up. The man I once worshipped was just… ordinary. Another gay blinded by a grey- face and some well–timed tears.

It was almost funny how easily she controlled him. One word from her carried more weight than my years Group, brought to heel by a quivering lip.

of loyalty. The prest Blake Parker, CEO of Parter

Id been so blind. Not only had I wasted five years on this man, but I’d literally sacrificed my health for him. The sleepless nights caring for him during his coma, skipping meals, ruining my stomach all for what? To be treated like a stranger while he fawned over the woman who’d abandoned him.

Audrey.‘ Ethan’s voice was low. “Don’t forget, the photos!”

I blinked, suddenly remembering what actually mattered. Right. The blackmail photos of Astrid.

“When you say don’t involve her,” I said, looking directly at Blake, ‘do you mean you don’t want me to post our marriage certificate online and let everyone know she’s the other woman?”

Blake frowned but said nothing.

Laurel’s hands clenched into fists as she sat in her wheelchair. “Miss Sinclair, you know better than anyone who the real other woman‘ is!” Her voice cracked with indignation. “If you dare post your marriage certificate online, I’ll tell everyone how you forced your way into Blake darling’s life three years ago and married him against his will!”

ahead,” I replied

response threw her.

a coma, you didnt even look at him before fleeing

drained of color. “You… you!” she spluttered, her finger

quickly moved to her side. His eyes, when they found

years ago!” he added, standing protectively beside her

disappears overseas without even saying goodbye?” His tone was casual. “Sounds like she was afraid

his head.

at Blake’s darkening expression. Sir, I’m

darling…” Laurel’s voice quavered as she gripped his hand. “Don’t be angry. Let them talk… I don’t care what others think, only

said I would handle the news online. You don’t need

s innocent.”

I rolled my eyes,

said, hugging his

eyes

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Chapter 91

the photos, Fihan