Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 115

Blake’s POV

I stood outside the courthouse while conversations buzzed around me.

‘Did you see how she handled that car? Total pro.”

“The ex–Mrs. Parker isn’t what I expected.”

“Clean divorce, no drama. Just signed and bounced.”

“She must have a free spirit! Nothing like the desperate gold–digger from the tabloids.”

I kept my face blank as I watched Audrey drive off in Felix Thompson’s sports car like she’d owned it her whole life. These comments painted someone I barely recognized.

Free spirit?

Had Audrey wanted freedom from me all along? Had our marriage been her prison?

None of it made sense. She married me while I was in a coma. She spent my money. Multiple people told me she’d

admitted marrying me for wealth and status.

So why did our three–year marriage suddenly feel like something she needed to escape?

The way she slid behind that wheel, the calm in her eyes when she handed me those divorce papers – who was this

woman?

“Blake darling!”

Laurel’s hand grabbed my arm before I saw her. She blocked my view of the street, resting her head against my arm. Her perfume hit me like a wall.

“Thalia just texted,” she chirped. “She wants us to meet her and Olivia tonight to celebrate. Are you free?”

“What is there to celebrate?” The words came out sharp.

My humiliation or the fact that Audrey had walked away without looking back when I was certain she’d come crawling to

me?

Audrey’s POV

The sports car engine roared as I took another lap around New York’s outer ring road. Felix sat quietly beside me while I enjoyed what I needed most speed and control.

The afternoon sun warmed my face as I gripped the wheel. Every turn was my choice. Every acceleration my decision. No Parker family telling me what to do./

I pulled over at an ocean lookout and opened the top. The salt air hit my lungs, and something unexpected washed over

me – pure joy.

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ending my marriage would crush me. After loving Blake for five years, three as his wife, I’d prepared for griet and regret. Maybe even the urge to beg for another

more Parker name weighing me down. No more playing perfect society wife. No more judgment from Rebecca and Thalia. No more

just felt

look happy,” Felix

watching me. When was the last time someone looked at me like

on my

Felix said, totally

“What? Did I get ink

laughed. “No. It’s the look of someone who just

laughed. “You’re right. Dumping a miserable marriage does wonders for your

it was so bad, why’d

question didn’t hurt like it should have. “Temporary insanity,”

he was blind five years ago. His promises to find me. How crushing it was when he woke from his coma with no memory of me,

secrets were mine alone, especially now that

Sinclair again, not Parker. I held it up against the sky and

a photo.

it on Instagram: Free at last. I

up beside us, its red paint job gleaming in

pushed up her sunglasses. “To celebrate your divorce, I borrowed this ridiculous

laughed and pocketed my phone.

me,” I told Felix. “I’ll head back with her. I owe you

“You

Astrid grinned.

passenger side. “Mr. Thompson, I noticed how you looked after Audrey today. We’ll

another time.”

and put on

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today?” Felix

him like she’d evaluate a

“Am I?”

Underground tonight,” she said. “He’s invited everyone

face blank like

“Dinner tonight? Or are you going to

sighed, “We should

like it,” Astrid smirked. “Your

Felix!” I waved

Felix – and the Parker world

Felix in the mirror. “He spent the whole day at your side

road. “I know. I already told him nothing would happen between

I glanced at Astrid. “I won’t make the same mistake twice with trust fund

in her seat. “Thank God. I

I said. “Felix is fine, but not my