Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Blake’s POV

My grandfather’s words hung in the air. The hospital room went dead silent. His face was flushed, knuckles white around fat walking stick.

I stared at him, my jaw clenched. Audrey had been pushing my limits for weeks now, She’d terminated her pregnancy without telling me. She kept defining my relationship with Laurel however she wanted. She announced our divorce to everyone, then bailed on the courthouse appointment. Now she was hanging around other men, including that young man at the hospital.

I’d tolerated it all. Hell, I was even planning her birthday party next week. I booked the venue and the cake. And what did I get? She posted our matrage certificate online with a whole essay trashing Laurel and me. Yet here was my grandfather claiming I owed her?

William, Blake doesn’t owe me anything.”

Audrey’s voice was softer than I expected. She sat straight in her chair despite looking exhausted.

‘I’ve always felt we were parting peacefully,” she continued, then turned to me. “Mr. Parker, I don’t know what’s happening with these photos, but this wasn’t

me.

Something about her expression made me pause.

“However,” she added, ‘since the photos were taken in my apartment, I’ll help figure out who did this.

Her eyes were clear and direct. No shifty gaze, no nervous fidgeting. The anger in my chest started to ease. Maybe she was telling the truth.

My phone rang, cutting me off. Laurel’s name lit

mostly to my grandfather. ‘I need to take

bringing the

how are you doing there?” My

I heard

right there…”

Audrey’s POV

hallway. I could still hear fragments of his voice

older under

photo… you

this, I understood William wasn’t certain whether I was behind this. But even with his uncertainty, he still stood up for me. That meant more than

catching. “My phone was broken. I spent all afternoon downtown trying to get it fixed. If Blake hadn’t grabbed me when I got home, I wouldn’t

this snuck into your apartment and took photos on your couch, he reasoned. “Who has keys to

ran through the short list

his beard. “Could it

about it before

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