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 drank her caramel latte, listening to the same stories over

over.

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strength from her energy. It helped me accept my changed self and face a world that had almost

again, and took back control of Parker

stories played a crucial role in

I even thought spending my life

and

purely functional meeting basic

back to this café and

“Blake darling?”

thoughts. I realized I’d been staring at

your old campus?”

of a minor celebrity now,” she

“True,” I said.

her lately, and college students follow everything

a sip and pulled out her phone to

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

“We have a

“This student says his roommate disappeared last night and

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

look like an athlete at all. Too thin, too pale, wrong build. Something’s

“His roommate

nodded. “Yes! According to him, his roommate met a newly divorced woman who invited him for… a car

accident news online and got worried it might be his

guy spoke up, his voice soft and raspy. “Ethan Davies left around midnight. We worried about him being out so late. This morning we saw that a couple died

Davies?” Laurel tapped her chin. “That name sounds familiar… Blake, doesn’t

the college

night, then who was the woman? A

divorced Mr.

pale student cut in. “This Sinclair lady – got a photo? I could

showed him

quickly. “That’s her! That’s definitely who left

hand went to her mouth, tears forming. “Oh no…

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

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

with a

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