Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 141

Audrey’s POV

“This is ridiculous!” Astrid slammed her wine glass onto the bar top at The Underground. A birthday party two days late? Is he serious?”

I held my fruit juice, watching condensation run down the glass. The thumping bass here was nothing like the refined piano music we’d left behind at the Four Seasons. After Blake’s surprise “birthday party” revelation, Astrid had practically dragged me out to this familiar spot.

“Blake never cared about your birthday when you were married,” Astrid continued, her words slightly slurring as she took another gulp. “Now suddenly he’s Mr. Thoughtful Ex–Husband?” She laughed.

“Please!”

I stared at a green apple sitting in a bowl on the bar counter. Looking back, I should have seen the signs – Blake booking the venue a month ago, insisting I attend, all those birthday decorations. I’d been so convinced by Thalia and Olivia’s engagement talk that I never questioned it. But mixing up my birthday date? That might be the most absurd mistake he’d ever made.

“Three years together,” Astrid ranted, “and he doesn’t even know when your actual birthday is?”

My phone buzzed with an unknown number. I frowned and answered.

“Hello?”

“This is Andrew Jensen, the lawyer. Miss Sinclair, do you remember me?” The voice sounded tense,

formal.

I paused, trying to place the voice. “Yes.”

“We have an urgent situation,” Jensen explained rapidly. “My client had a disagreement with her boyfriend. She’s pretending to be ill at Mayo Clinic, and we need your assistance with patient vital

signs.”

He continued without pause. “This is an emergency. She’s offering substantial compensation. Her boyfriend is looking for gastric cancer specialists for her. For your future collaboration, I strongly suggest you help.”

I tapped my fingers against the bar. “Alright.”

When I put down my phone, Astrid was watching curiously.

“I need to go,” I said, gathering my things. “A colleague is in the hospital.”

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fell. “You’ve worked there what, three days? And they’re

smiled, steadying her as we walked to the exit.

cool night air hit us as we stepped outside. I quickly hailed a taxi for Astrid,

when you get home!” I called as the taxi

I took a deep breath and raised

taxi.

Clinic, please,” I told the

familiar figure near the doors. Blake stood with his phone pressed to his ear, his

Blake doing here? Shouldn’t he

I approached, his

from a male dormitory at NYU, correct?”

“Sports Science Department…

Ethan had

his eyes meeting mine. His

“I’ll call you back.”

at me. “What are you doing

into black athletic wear, Raising an eyebrow, I approached him. “I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you

of “proposing,” Blake’s brow furrowed deeply. He turned to

heard you mention NYU Sports Science

turning back with a

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asked mockingly. “Surely you’re aware of what that young man has been

online?”

I pulled out my phone and began

eyes. His phone rang again, but he rejected

call.

the IP addresses,” he said coolly. “One from the NYU male dormitory, another from the Sports Science

another word, he walked away,

social media. With each swipe, my eyes widened and my

has published all the evidence about Laurel’s

was ablaze with outrage directed at Laurel Rose. Screenshots of payments, internal communications, detailed accounts of the coordinated attacks on my reputation were spreading everywhere. The footage of Laurel’s humiliation at what she thought was her proposal ceremony

happen. Ethan and I collected this evidence for a lawsuit, not for public exposure. Publishing it like this not only jeopardizes any legal case but has enraged Blake… and who

is so young! He has no

peaked, my phone

have you arrived?” he asked