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.

say anything, Audrey frowned. “He’s

boyfriend?” The florist laughed. “Must

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

practiced hands. “Most think once they’re married, the chase is over. No need to

“It’s rare to see married couples who still

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divorced, Audrey sald

hands froze mid–gesture,

flowers into my hands. “I’m

leaving me awkwardly

perfect “O” of shock. I frowned and apologized quickly before following Audrey outside, the roses awkward

I took the passenger sent. The roses lay in the

florist meant well. Why tell her all

me.

corrected anyone about your college friend or that young student. Why explain only

started the engine.

how

Audrey’s POV

feeling Blake watching me. In the mirror, the roses seemed to mock me from

the way, people online still call me a homewrecker in

the car into traffic. I’m

checked his phone, his expression darkening as he

handle these