Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 162

Blake’s POV

The coffee shop across from NYU hummed with morning activity. Students grabbed coffees before class while professors typed away on laptops.

I followed Laurel to a booth, watching her closely. For someone who wanted to “investigate at NYU, we hadn’t made it past the coffee shop.

“Blake darling,” Laurel said, sliding into her seat, “I remember telling you how much I love the caramel latte here.

She looked up, eyes nostalgic. “I wanted to bring you here three years ago, but never got the chance.”

I frowned at the menu.

“I’ve had the caramel latte here,” I said flatly.

Laurel’s smile faltered.

“Iced americano,” I told the server.

“Caramel latte for me,” Laurel added.

Once the server left, Laurel leaned forward.

“When did you try their caramel latte?” she asked.

She blinked at me. “Did you come here alone when I was gone because you missed me?”

I gave a half–smile and turned toward the NYU sign outside.”

I did come here before, but I wasn’t alone.

Back then, I’d just woken from a six–month coma. I refused to engage with the world, staying in a wheelchair even though I could stand. I was angry, bitter, lashing out at everyone – especially Audrey Sinclair, the woman who’d married me while I was unconscious.

But she was also the person who put up with me most. Despite my attitude, she’d wheel me to NYU, to this coffee shop, and tell me stories about her college days.

She talked about–changing from a country girl nobody respected into someone who earned her place through hard work. She described studying while juggling jobs, making friends who accepted her, finding her way in the city.

Her stories weren’t complicated, but she’d light up telling them, smiling as she described her friends and experiences.

At first, I’d cut her off with harsh comments, finding her optimism irritating. But gradually, I found myself drawn to the determination in her eyes.

sit while she drank

over.

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I drew strength from her energy. It helped me accept my changed self and face a

stood again, and took back

a crucial role in that

even thought spending my life with someone like

I saw her true face and learned why she

purely functional meeting basic marital obligations,

never came back to this café

“Blake darling?”

I realized I’d been staring at the

old campus?”

of a minor celebrity now,” she stammered. “Going on campus might cause a

“True,” I said.

internet hasn’t been kind to her lately, and college students follow

Laurel took a sip and pulled out her phone to

the door swung open. Jennifer rushed in looking flustered, with a thin, pale guy trailing

Jennifer called. “We have

the young man. “This student says his roommate disappeared last night and hasn’t come

the supposed student. He looked frail, with pale skin and

look like an athlete at all. Too thin, too pale, wrong

stood up. “His roommate

divorced woman who invited him for… a car date.

news online and got worried it

late. This morning we saw that a couple died in a car crash. We didn’t connect it

tapped her chin. “That name sounds familiar… Blake,

I replied. “He’s the college student who

night, then who was

divorced Mr. Parker, but she loved him deeply. How could

before,” the pale student cut in. “This Sinclair lady – got a photo? I could tell you

showed him her

young man nodded quickly. “That’s her! That’s definitely who left with Ethan last night. I’d

went to her mouth, tears forming. “Oh

dabbing her eyes. “Blake darling, I never thought my attempt to help identify victims would

family?

with a

just this student’s word,” I said calmly, “you’re