Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Audrey’s POV

Seeing Blake’s lips curved with that familiar hint of mockery, eyes watching me like I was some puzzle he enjoyed not

solving

I frowned and turned away, fixing my eyes on the elevator numbers instead of his face.

“If you don’t want to say it, forget it. Next time, don’t make excuses about needing to talk.”

The elevator went quiet. From the corner of my eye, I caught Blake’s eyes narrowing. His presence filled the small space

until I could barely breathe.

I focused on the floor numbers. Fourteen… fifteen… sixteen. My nails dug into my palms. Despite everything, his proximity still affected me.

When the doors opened, I stepped out first, eager to escape.

“Audrey Sinclair.”

I stopped but didn’t turn. “What?”

Silence stretched behind me. I could feel him studying my back. The antiseptic smell mixed with the scent of breakfast I’d bought for William and Felix.

I started walking when he finally spoke, his voice oddly quiet.

divorce agreement this afternoon. If there’s no problem,

happening. And now, for Laurel’s sake, Blake – who’d been furious when

acted for another woman. What had

won’t miss

continued toward William’s room. The food felt heavier than it should

“One more thing.”

I stopped again.

three days at the Four Seasons Hotel, there will be

frowned at his

ceremony it

Thalia and Olivia had mentioned – the venue Blake had booked to propose to

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know, I said coldly. “What about

divorced, I hope you’ll

simple

planning to propose to Laurel and wanted his soon–to–be ex–wife there in formal

Did he think we’d be friends after divorce, or was

me?

stare. He frowned, walked

once thought hung the moon was a stranger now. Yet the familiar set of his shoulders still sent

I shook my head