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.”

at her profile,

were miserable with Blake, and James always cared about you. I thought maybe…” She shrugged. *I

throbbed, and I pressed my fingers against

not to. He didn’t want you feeling uncomfortable

revelation left me quite resigned. If I hadn’t asked Astrid about that

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it. Anyway, about listentore

eyes, regneaffing her

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

red light bathed us in crimson. Astrid faced me

and the family’s reputation. But this morning, after Laurel’s fans called you

ve seen

through notifications, eyebrow raised. The reaction had been swift-#LaurelThellomewrecker

posted those

don’t think it was

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

words settled over me.

Except Blake.

around me trusted

fingers on my throat, his eyes cold with accusation–not a second’s hesitation before

man really doesn’t

the

familiar neighborhood, but she finally

up outside

unfamiliar building I’d passed countless

I asked,

“Yep.”

car, instinctively glancing toward the direction of my apartment. I had no idea my rented place

elevator ride was silent. When the doors opened, James stood in the haNway holding two garbage bags, freezing at

are you doing here?

bags. “Astrid, could you take these out?

the bags.

elevator doors close, waiting until the

I kept my voice steady. “Did

answering, he opened his apartment

hesitated. Entering James’s apartment felt like crossing a boundary, but discussing this

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