Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 133

Blake’s POV

“This bouquet is my best work today!” the florist beamed, nodding toward Audrey.

“Your girlfriend has a great eye,” the florist told me with a wink. “For both flowers and men! See how they complement her?

My gaze fell on Audrey. In her simple white outfit, she stood holding the vibrant crimson roses against her chest. Her newly cropped hair framed her face, creating a striking contrast with the deep red blooms.

The flowers do suit her.

During our marriage, following my grandfather’s advice, I’d given her bouquets cut from his garden. Though perhaps not as beautiful, they were made with my own hands and heart.

I’d never given her roses this vibrant.

For some reason, at this moment, I suddenly had an urge to hold her in my arms.

I shook my head quickly, fighting the unwelcome thought. They’re ordinary,” I said, taking out my wallet to pay.

Even as I spoke, another impulse struck me. I wanted to buy another bouquet for Laurel, leaving these roses for Audrey. But I had no justification for doing so. These were meant for Laurel, no matter how perfect they looked cradled in Audrey’s arms.

wrap them.

The florist enthusiastically took the roses from Audrey’s hands, preparing to wrap

“Miss, your boyfriend is handsome and doting!” she said with a wink.

I could say anything, Audrey

florist laughed. “Must be your

over the years. Before marriage, they’re all romance and

a ribbon with practiced hands. “Most think once they’re married, the chase is over. No need to fake being in

bouquet back to Audrey. “It’s rare to see married

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Audrey

froze mid–gesture,

hands. “I’m just helping him buy flowers

walked out, leaving me

her mouth forming a perfect “O” of shock. I frowned and apologized quickly before following Audrey outside, the

sent. The roses lay in the back, their

“The florist meant well.

look at me. “I don’t

about your college friend or that young student. Why

engine.

by how much I wanted

Audrey’s POV

eyes on the road, feeling Blake watching me. In the mirror,

said, refusing to look at him. “And by the way, people online still call me

guided the car into traffic. I’m tired of

his expression

these messages,” he