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.

Audrey frowned. “He’s not my

your boyfriend?” The florist laughed. “Must be

flowers efficiently. “I’ve seen so many couples over the

think once they’re married, the chase is over. No need to fake being

bouquet back to Audrey. “It’s rare to see married couples who still have

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Audrey sald

florist’s hands froze mid–gesture,

thrust the flowers into my hands. “I’m just helping him buy

me awkwardly holding the

of shock. I frowned and apologized

The roses lay in the

I said, buckling up. “The florist

didn’t look at me. “I don’t like

smile. “You never corrected anyone about your college friend or that young

started the engine. “You’re

by how much I wanted to

Audrey’s POV

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

look at him. “And by the way, people

into traffic. I’m

his phone, his expression darkening as

handle these messages,”