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.”

wiped her tears. “But Miss Sinclair was your wife for three

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

news gently about Ethan and

darling. I just wanted to tell

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with disgust and curiosity. Her remorse seemed so convincing. If I hadn’t

me,” I asked quietly, “how did you find out it was Audrey and Ethan in the

Audrey and I were gone. Witnesses would have seen us, not Ethan. Only those men in the black SUVS could

paused, then smiled. “Jennifer told

voice playful. “You know I’m

news.”

Ethan Davies. I was shocked too, but worried more about how you’d take

looked down regretfully. “I know I

word. Finally, I sighed and turned away without responding. My silence seemed to unsettle her more than

Audrey’s POV

design portfolio. My heart raced with anticipation as I hurried to George

we leaving

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

surprised. “Didn’t James tell you? Today’s

I blinked. “Canceled?”

personal matters. We’ll wait for

worked relentlessly on these designs, and

“in our industry,

know,” I nodded, unable

off, take the day

portfolio now feeling heavy

phone rang. James called to inform me about the canceled meeting. I

deflated.

again. The Downtown Electronics Repair Shop owner called to say my old phone

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

minutes later, I stood in front of the repair shop.

Jennifer Carson stepped out in a sharp black suit,

Why would Laurel’s agent be in this old electronics district? But I had no desire to waste

to see Jennifer at the counter, handing a phone to the shop

charging

owner examined it while searching through cables. “Strange that this five–year–old model is

Jennifer’s hand. When I saw it, my body went rigid. My eyes widened and my heart hammered against