Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 92

Audrey’s POV

“Thanks for earlier, I said to Ethan as we walked away from Mayo Clinic. I handed back his phone. If you hadn’t stepped in, these people would ve bapt staring, and I wouldn’t have seen the stories online.”

We found a small café between a pharmacy and a bookstore, the kind of place with mismatched chairs and regulars who never needed to order. The aim tea came in chipped mugs that somehow made it taste better.

Ethan pocketed his phone. “No wonder you didn’t answer my messages. Your phone was broken”

You sent messages?”

“Yeah. He fiddled with his napkin. ‘When Blake dragged you to the hospital, I saw how rough he was being. I got worried, so i texted you.”

His eyes went puppy–dog sad. “When you didn’t answer, I thought maybe I was too much of a nobody for you to bother with.”

I smiled despite myself. “And then?”

“Then I saw the drama on the second floor.” He shrugged.

I stirred my tea, watching leaves swirl at the bottom. The bruises from this morning’s fall down the stairs throbbed dully beneath my clothes.

Ethan took a careful sip. “Your husband…” He hesitated. “Miss Rose ditched him when he was in a coma, right? Now she’s back just when he’s on top again.” He frowned. “Why isn’t he pissed at her? Why divorce you instead?”

“Favoritism,” I said, tasting my tea. “He likes her, so she gets away with anything.”

For years, I’d tried to understand Blake Parker. I’d made excuses for his coldness, his distance, his inability to see me. I used to think he just didn’t understand emotions. Until Laurel returned from Europe… only then did I realize he wasn’t emotionally stunted. He simply didn’t love me.

Besides, I didn’t have much time left anyway.

“Doesn’t it break your heart?” Ethan asked, looking genuinely curious.

words came easily after so

tea. “Too

and pale these days, I still had a maturity he couldn’t find in college girls. I

“I’ve got

Thanks for hanging

“Will you be okay?”

I need to get my phone fixed

the bill – which I won – we parted ways. He headed toward

shops. My legs protested with each step, but I

after shop gave me the same answer: water damage this extensive couldn’t

Chapter 93

couldn’t be repaired. Just like

memory hit unexpectedly Rachel’s laughter as the handed me the phone box four years ago. You need to upgrade,

embarrassing me! One month later, she was in a car accident, and the vibrant waman who had been my closest friend became an

heard from her

old shop tucked on a side street. The elderly owner

phone.

take about a week,” he said, squinting at his computer. “The parts for this old

Exhaustion settled deep in my bones. My stomach ached with that fartizan pain – a constant reminder of the countdown timer on my life. Three months.

night had fallen. I paid the driver and stepped out, taking a breath of

dark figure rushed toward me. Strong hands grabbed my jaw, fingers digging into

face inches from

wrong with you!?” I said,

on my jaw. “What’s wrong with me? You’ve lost it!” His eyes darkened with rage. “We agreed at

twisted with pain, and my head started to spin- familiar

The entire afternoon, I’d been downtown looking for repair shops to fix my phone!‘ I hadn’t even been online since leaving

Blake’s POV

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