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.”

Miss Sinclair

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 my

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

realize now I shouldn’t have done this. You’re too smart, Blake darling. I just

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so convincing. If I hadn’t been in that accident. myself, I might have believed

quietly, “how did you find

already. When police arrived, Audrey and I were gone. Witnesses would have seen us, not Ethan. Only those men

smiled. “Jennifer

mine, voice playful. “You know I’m busy with scripts and rehearsals. I

news.”

I was shocked too, but worried more about

“I know I was wrong. I should

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

Audrey’s POV

into Original Studio, clutching my design portfolio. My heart raced with anticipation as I

ready. Are we leaving for

This meeting

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

I blinked. “Canceled?”

personal matters. We’ll wait

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

our industry, canceled

nodded, unable to hide

off, take the day off. Get

him and left, my portfolio

inform me about the canceled

deflated.

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

decided to get my phone. I hailed

I stood in front of the repair shop. A familiar luxury sedan caught

Jennifer Carson stepped out in a sharp black suit, striding

district? But I had no desire

see Jennifer at the counter, handing a phone

you check if you have a charging cable for this

model

it, my body went rigid. My eyes widened and my heart hammered against