Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 142

Audrey’s POV

I watched ceiling tiles slide past as nurses wheeled me down the corridor. Andrew Jensen walked alongside.

“Is her boyfriend a doctor?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

Jensen shook his head. “He’s not a doctor, but he’s found many specialists to treat her condition. He’s incredibly determined.”

“And these medical records?” I asked. “What are they for?”

“They’re for international specialists,” Jensen explained, checking his watch nervously. “He’s leaving no stone unturned.”

One of the nurses glanced at me with a smile. “Her boyfriend must care for her deeply.”

“Of course,” Jensen replied with a hint of pride. “I’ve heard that my client saved her boyfriend’s life when they were younger. He promised he’d do anything to help cure her illness…”

The nurse began taking my vitals – blood pressure, temperature, blood samples. While complying, my mind raced with questions.

“By the way, if he cares so much,” I asked as the blood pressure cuff tightened, “why is she lying to

him?”

If someone cared that much about my health, I wouldn’t want to lie to them.

Jensen waved dismissively. “I don’t try to understand. Call it a lovers‘ game.”

He leaned closer. “Besides, this arrangement gives you excellent medical care.”

“It doesn’t harm you,” he added. “Just play along.”

His logic was twisted, but it made some sense. I decided to stop asking questions. The nurse finished

her work, collected the data, and handed everything to Jensen, who left after reviewing it with

satisfaction.

I didn’t know if Jensen’s client would need anything else, so I remained in the hospital bed, reaching for my phone to pass the time

On social media, negative posts about Laurel were vanishing. Comment sections filled with outrage hours ago were now cleaned up, with accounts posting apologies and retractions.

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must be behind this

Blake had moved this quickly when I was being called

buzzed with a

birthday gift, did you see

eyes before responding: “Yes, I

proposing to Laurel today. I thought it was your birthday, so I figured he was trying to hurt you. That’s why I released all that evidence right when Laurel was supposed to

sent chills down my

traced

pause: “How? I masked my

has pros

college kid trying to help. He had

made.

posted was true. Even if Blake confronts me, I have nothing to

be admirable

voice message: “I understand your intentions.

myself.”

face Blake’s wrath alone. He had no idea what Blake Parker could do when

Carson’s voice

stairs, climbing from the eighth floor to the ninth, then to the tenth. As I

you’re wrong about

William is here?

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the hallway, bent slightly as he

sick, Blake explained, his voice pleading She didn’t know

the papers,

to explain everything to you, but you never gave me the chance,” Blake continued, his posture more submissive than I’d ever seen.

stunned me. In three years of marriage, I’d never

so patiently, so earnestly, over and over again. explain so patiently, so

is the first time I’ve seen Blake look so…

he couldn’t convince William of something, I would

plead on Blake behalf because I

Blake is being now. I not only had to repeatedly explain business terms I barely understood myself, but I’d stay at the Parker mansion for days to please William – cooking his favorite meals,

his mind on his own. He thought I stayed at the