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.

I’d sit while she drank her caramel latte, listening

over.

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drew strength from her energy. It helped me accept my changed self

business, stood again, and

played a crucial

my life with someone

I saw her true face and learned why she really stayed

interactions became purely functional meeting basic marital obligations,

to this café and grew to dislike caramel

“Blake darling?”

voice pulled me from my thoughts. I realized I’d been staring

to visit your old campus?” I asked, turning

of a minor celebrity now,” she

“True,” I said.

her lately, and college students follow

a sip and pulled out her phone to type something. I pretended not

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

“We

student says his roommate disappeared last night and hasn’t

leaned back, drinking my coffee while studying the supposed student. He looked frail, with pale

studies sports science. This guy doesn’t look like an athlete at all. Too thin, too pale, wrong build. Something’s

“His roommate vanished

divorced woman who

voice. “He saw the accident news online and got

“Ethan Davies left around midnight. We worried about him being out so late. This morning we saw that a couple died in a car

Davies?” Laurel tapped her chin. “That name

college student who was friendly

the man last night, then who was the woman?

widened. “No way! Miss Sinclair just divorced Mr. Parker,

“This Sinclair lady – got a photo? I could tell you

do!” Jennifer showed

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

to her mouth,

turned to me, dabbing her eyes. “Blake darling, I never thought my attempt to

sniffed. “Should we go to the morgue and notify her family? Even if what she

cup down with a soft click. The café seemed to

I said calmly, “you’re convinced Audrey Sinclair