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.

came here with her. I’d sit while she

over.

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helped me accept my changed self and face

relearned business, stood again, and took

and her stories played a crucial role in

even thought spending my life with someone like

saw her true face and learned why she really

functional meeting basic marital obligations, nothing

to this café and grew

“Blake darling?”

pulled me from my thoughts. I realized I’d been staring at the NYU

visit your old campus?”

minor celebrity now,” she

“True,” I said.

to her lately, and college students follow everything

pulled out her phone to type something. I pretended not

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

called. “We have a

says his roommate

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

doesn’t look like an

stood up. “His roommate

roommate met a newly divorced woman who invited him for… a car date.

accident news

raspy. “Ethan Davies left around midnight. We worried about him being out so late. This morning we saw that

tapped her chin. “That name sounds familiar… Blake, doesn’t it

the college student who was friendly with

her mouth. “If he was the man last night, then who was the woman? A recently

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

the pale student cut in. “This Sinclair lady – got a

Jennifer showed

who

mouth, tears

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

to the morgue and notify her family? Even if what she did

down with a soft click. The café seemed to

said calmly, “you’re convinced Audrey Sinclair