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.”

her profile, too

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

my fingers against them. “Why didn’t you

to. He didn’t want you feeling

that today, I would never have known I unknowingly owed James this

1/3

tho it. Anyway,

my eyes,

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

us in

family’s reputation. But this morning,

should ve seen

scrolled through notifications, eyebrow raised. The reaction had been swift-#LaurelThellomewrecker trending, Parker Group’s

you think posted

don’t

your divorce for months. She rolled her eyes. “Besides, you

over me. First William

Except Blake.

faith. The people around

with accusation–not a second’s

man really doesn’t trust

the city

turned into my familiar neighborhood,

up outside

unfamiliar building I’d

is James’s place?” I asked,

“Yep.”

instinctively glancing toward the direction of my apartment. I had no idea

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

doing here? His voice cracked

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

the bags. “Fine. But you owe

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

voice steady. “Did

slumped. Without answering, he opened his apartment door. “Let’s talk

Entering James’s apartment felt like crossing a

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