Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 97

Audrey & POV

As I pushed through the revolving doors of the hospital, night had fallen over New York, the streetlights casting long shadows across the sidewalki

My Fingers moved automatically to my temporary phone, dialing James. The automated voice told me his phone was off

That’s weird, I muttered, trying again with the same result.

James never turned off his phone, and being unreachable wasn’t an option for a Cartier executive.

I was scrolling through my limited contacts when Astrid’s red car pulled up.

‘Get in,” she called, pushing open the passenger door.

I slid into the leather seat. “Tean’t reach James.”

“I know.” Astrid’s fingers tapped the steering wheel. ‘I’ve tried him too.”

“His phone’s off,” I said. “That never happens.”

“What’s going on?” Astrid asked, pulling into traffic. “Why would James disappear this late?”

I watched buildings blur past. “Maybe he doesn’t want to face what happened.”

The marriage certificate photos, the online post destroying Laurel’s reputation while tanking Parker Group’s stock–it all pointed to James.

“Astrid, I turned to her. “Do you know where James lives?”

Her hands tightened on the wheel. The flash of discomfort on her face was unmistakable.

“Astrid?” I pressed when she said nothing.

The car hummed through Manhattan traffic, Astrid’s silence stretching between us. Finally, she sighed.

“James lives in your neighborhood.”

I blinked. “What?”

“The apartment you’re renting? He recommended it to you.”

“My apartment…” The words felt strange. “Was recommended by James?”

“Yes,” Astrid admitted. “When I was looking for a place for you, James suggested that if you lived in the same neighborhood, you could look out for each

other.”

stared at her profile, too surprised to

matchmaker,” she added quickly. ‘You were miserable with Blake, and James always cared about

I pressed my fingers

to. He didn’t want you feeling

resigned. If I hadn’t asked Astrid about that today, I would never have

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it. Anyway, about

eyes,

Los Angeles, the contined. I told you the best revenge against plake and Laurel was

red light bathed us in crimson. Astrid faced

this morning, after Laurel’s fans called you a homewrecker, someine actuats

gleamed. You should ve seen Laurel getting destroyed

eyebrow raised. The reaction had been swift-#LaurelThellomewrecker trending, Parker Group’s stock plummeting, celebrities

do you think posted those photos? Astrid

don’t

were that ruthless, Blake wouldn’t have delayed your divorce for months. She rolled her eyes. “Besides, you

me. First William defending

Except Blake.

people around me trusted my

his eyes cold with accusation–not a second’s hesitation before

man really doesn’t

watching the

turned into my familiar neighborhood,

up outside

I’d

I asked, though I knew the

“Yep.”

I had no idea my rented place was so close

doorman nodded as we entered. The elevator ride was silent. When the doors opened, James stood in the haNway holding two garbage bags,

are you doing

stepped out, taking the garbage bags. “Astrid, could you take these out? I need to talk to

rolled her eyes but took the bags. “Fine. But you

watched the elevator doors close, waiting until the indicator showed she’d

I kept my voice steady. “Did you see the news online

answering, he opened his apartment door.

felt like crossing a boundary,

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