Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 159

Blake’s POV

I stood in the villa’s garden, phone pressed to my ear.

“How do you know there were deaths in last night’s car accident?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

“I saw it online,” Laurel replied. “People said they saw the mortuary

ry van take two bodies away from the beach.

She sighed into the phone. “I wonder if they’ve identified those poor souls yet. Their families must be devastated, not knowing what happened.”

I frowned, staring at the garden wall.

“What do you think their final thoughts were?” she continued. “Dying alone on that beach in the dark…”

“Laurel,” I cut in, “why are you so interested in this accident?”

A pause. “Blake darling, remember four years ago? My sister Rachel Hayes had her accident at night too. No one found her until morning, and by then…”

My eyes closed briefly. If she had been talking about strangers, I might have believed her concern was genuine. But the accident was no accident – and the supposed victims were Audrey and me.

How do I reconcile this? Five years ago, she rescued me when I was blind, caring for me with endless patience. Four years ago, when Rachel died, she knelt before her parents for days, blaming herself. Three years ago, discovering her cancer, she left quietly to spare me pain.

gentle, selfless woman I’ve known confirm we’re

the evidence is right in front

–

she be the same person who sent men to kill Audrey? Who’s now calling

people have nothing to do with us,” I finally said. “No need to waste

waste?” Her voice sharpened with urgency. “What if these people are connected to-” She stopped abruptly.

people handle it,” I replied, disappointment settling in my chest. “Contact Michael if you need

not interested.”

we could do this

jewelry company launch,” I cut her off. “Focus on your own work. Stay out

hung up and turned

Michael sat at the dining table, both eating noodles.

had in years!” Michael was saying, between eager bites. “I’ve

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before, but had no idea it would taste this

slightly. “If you really like them, I could make them for you

mean I could have this

while eating?” I interrupted from the doorway. “Your mouth never stops,

offering his seat. I raised an eyebrow and sat

at my cold noodles, I

to heat that up?”