Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 163

Blake’s POV

I stood on the busy New York street outside the coffee shop, arranging for my driver. The morning crowd streamed past while I maintained my composure, though internally I was furious at the pathetic show I’d just witnessed.

“Blake darling!”

Laurel rushed out of the café, breathless and desperate. I spared her a cold glance before returning to my phone. Soon, a black sedan pulled up. Without acknowledging her, I opened the door.

Before I could get in, Laurel darted forward and slipped into the backseat. I hesitated, then climbed in after her, keeping my distance.

As we pulled away, Laurel broke the silence. “Blake darling, you changed cars today? Where’s your black sedan?*

I’d planned to ignore her, but her question caught my attention.

“Car accident. It’s being repaired,” I replied flatly, watching her reaction.

Laurel relaxed, not noticing my trap. “When did that happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I turned toward her and pointed to my bandaged head.

“Last night,” I said evenly.

Her eyes widened with practiced shock. “Oh my God! What happened? Why didn’t you call me? I could have – *

“No time,” I cut her off. “You seem concerned about last night’s accident… Do you know what kind of car crashed on the

beach?”

Laurel froze. Her eyes darted away as her lips trembled. After a moment, she managed: “It was… a black car.”

A mocking smile touched my lips. Had I given her so much trust that she thought I was this gullible?

“Blake darling, I’m sorry,” Laurel whispered, clutching my arm as tears filled her eyes.

“What exactly are you sorry for?” I asked.

“I shouldn’t have lied,” she said, voice quivering. “I already knew from online rumors that it was Miss Sinclair and Ethan

Davies in the accident.”

“But Miss Sinclair was your wife for three

that your ex–wife was with a college boy at night,” she continued. “So I brought you to NYU and had Jennifer find that actor. It was all

the news gently about Ethan and Audrey’s deaths. I didn’t

done this. You’re too smart, Blake darling. I just wanted to tell you with good

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seemed so convincing. If I hadn’t been in

I asked quietly, “how did you find out it

Witnesses would have seen us, not Ethan. Only those men in the black SUVS could have mistaken me

then smiled. “Jennifer told

arm through mine, voice playful. “You know I’m busy with scripts

news.”

likely Miss Sinclair and Ethan Davies. I was

looked down regretfully. “I know I was wrong. I should have been

weighing every word. Finally, I sighed and turned away without responding. My silence seemed

Audrey’s POV

portfolio. My heart raced with anticipation as I hurried

ready. Are we leaving for the meeting

taxi driver, offering double for speed. This meeting with the partner company was crucial, and I didn’t want my personal issues to

looked up, surprised. “Didn’t James tell

I blinked. “Canceled?”

“The executives had personal matters. We’ll wait for their

collapsed. I’d worked relentlessly on these designs, and now the

industry, canceled meetings happen

know,” I nodded, unable to hide

what,” George offered, “since the meeting’s off, take the day off. Get some

left, my portfolio now feeling

called to inform me about the canceled meeting. I managed

deflated.

up, my phone rang again. The Downtown Electronics Repair Shop owner called to

else scheduled, I decided to get my phone. I hailed a taxi

stood in front of the repair shop.

Carson stepped out in a sharp black

in this old electronics district? But I had no desire to waste energy on anything Laurel–related, so

I reached the entrance, I was surprised to see Jennifer at the counter, handing a phone to

charging cable for this phone model?” she

model is suddenly popular. I just repaired an identical one a few days

glanced at the phone in Jennifer’s hand. When I saw it, my body went rigid. My eyes widened and