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 her caramel latte, listening to the

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I never said it, I drew strength from her energy. It helped me accept my changed self and

started rehab, relearned business, stood again, and took back control of Parker

a crucial role

my life

saw her true face and

interactions became purely functional meeting basic

came back to this café and grew to

“Blake darling?”

thoughts. I realized I’d

to visit your old campus?”

of a minor celebrity now,” she stammered.

“True,” I said.

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

arrived. Laurel took a sip and pulled out her phone to type

in looking

“We

the young man. “This student says his roommate disappeared last

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

doesn’t look like an athlete at all. Too thin, too pale,

up. “His

him, his roommate met a newly divorced woman who invited him for… a car date. Now they

voice. “He saw the accident news online and got worried it might

about him being out so late. This morning we saw that a couple died in a car crash. We didn’t connect it to him at first, but when we

name sounds familiar… Blake, doesn’t it

“He’s the college student

night, then who was the woman?

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

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

showed him her

young man nodded quickly. “That’s her! That’s definitely who left

mouth, tears forming. “Oh no…

darling, I never thought my attempt to help identify victims would lead

“Should we go to the morgue and notify her family? Even if what she did was inappropriate, her family deserves

and set the cup down with a soft click. The café seemed to grow

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