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

continued. “So I brought you to NYU and

to break the news gently about Ethan and

darling. I just wanted to tell you with good intentions,

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performance with disgust and curiosity. Her remorse seemed so convincing. If

find out it

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

smiled.

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

news.”

said the victims were likely Miss Sinclair and Ethan Davies. I was shocked too, but worried more about how you’d take it,

down regretfully. “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

portfolio. My heart raced with

ready. Are we leaving for the

This meeting

James tell you? Today’s

I blinked. “Canceled?”

personal matters. We’ll wait

collapsed. I’d worked relentlessly on these designs,

our industry, canceled meetings happen all the

unable to

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

left, my portfolio now feeling heavy in my

called to inform me about the canceled meeting. I managed a few

deflated.

Downtown Electronics Repair Shop owner called to say my

to get my phone. I hailed a taxi and headed to

in front of the repair shop. A familiar luxury

opened, and Jennifer Carson stepped out in a sharp black suit, striding

Laurel’s agent be in this old electronics district? But I had no

reached the entrance, I was surprised to see Jennifer

charging cable for this phone model?”

“Strange that this five–year–old model is suddenly popular. I just repaired an identical one a

I saw it, my body went