Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Scarlett’s POV

I sat in the basement’s dim light, holding my daughter’s hands. “Rachel, mommy doesn’t have a choice,‘ I whispered, squeezing her fingers gently. “Your sister’s worried Blake might find out everything.”

“Just for a little while, okay? When your sister leaves in a week, I’ll move you back upstairs to the third floor.”

Tears welled up as I studied what remained of my vibrant daughter. Her once lively eyes now vacant, her spirit trapped in an unresponsive body.

“Rachel, why couldn’t you just…” My voice cracked. “Why did you have to fight with your sister?”

“If it weren’t for your sister and her father, that man would have killed us both long ago. Your sister just wants a perfect relationship. Why couldn’t you let her have that?”

I leaned closer. “That friend of yours. She already suffered all those years in that little town. What’s a little more suffering if it means your sister gets Blake? What’s so wrong with that?”

Tears fell onto the white sheets. “Rachel, if you see your mistake, please wake up. Wake up and forget everything. We could

be a happy family again.”

My shoulders shook. “Why did you have to clash with your sister?”

As I wiped tears away, I felt the slightest movement against my palm. Rachel’s eyes shifted slightly toward me. Then, with what seemed like tremendous effort, she slowly pulled her hand from mine.

–

I gasped, hope and fear colliding in my chest. Any reaction from Rachel was rare but this felt like rejection.

The basement door opened. Light spilled down the stairs as the housekeeper called out, “Ma’am, Mr. Parker is here with

Miss Sinclair.”

I froze. “He brought her here? Why?”

I quickly stood, smoothing my dress and wiping away tears. I needed to get upstairs immediately.

Audrey’s POV

I stepped out of Blake’s car and looked up at Twilight Mansion. Something about the building tugged at my memory. An odd familiarity I couldn’t place made me frown as I studied the detailed facade and ornate windows.

before. Why does it feel

the driveway,

my gaze. “You don’t see many of these in modern New

his cuffs. “Scarlett Rose

why this building stirred such

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hours looking through architectural magazines, with Rachel pointing out specific

I was pulled back to a conversation

Rachel and I had stopped. She sat on the roof of her car,

if she could buy me that villa in the suburbs,” Rachel

the hood,

said I was greedy,” Rachel continued, her voice hardening. “That I didn’t understand her problems, that

my sister and dad were getting fed up with me always asking for

money is the only time she notices me. All

outsider.”

to sit beside her,

me like his own

never fit in. They’re all just fake–nice to my face. I was just

car roof, arms spread wide, shouting: “I’ll earn it myself! Me and my good friend Audrey Sinclair will start a

to my feet beside her, mimicking her pose. “And I’ll earn it myself too! I’ll start a jewelry company with my good friend Rachel Hayes and help

women with big dreams, silhouetted against the

yesterday, but so much has

new understanding. This must be the kind of villa Rachel

accident, I had intended to earn enough to help my friend realize her dream. But then I’d become entangled in my marriage to Blake, always thinking there would be time later to start our jewelry company, to find Rachel, to

ll our

marriage would leave me with

needed to find Laurel, to get Rachel’s

breath, my determination renewed as

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heavy wooden doors opened. Mrs. Scarlett Rose emerged, flanked by housekeepers. Her smile was aimed entirely at Blake, while she pointedly ignored

she asked