Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 197

Audrey’s POV

“This is my home.” Before Ethan could answer, a middle–aged woman’s voice came from the doorway.

I turned to see Dr. Evans leaning against the doorframe in casual clothes, sipping from a teacup. Her eyes assessed me

carefully.

“You’ve been asleep for two days. How are you feeling?”

I glanced between Ethan and Dr. Evans, confusion clouding my thoughts. “What happened?”

Ethan straightened in his chair. “At the police station, I heard someone vomiting blood. When I saw it was you, I rushed over. You grabbed my hand and made me promise not to tell Astrid about your condition.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I realized Astrid has connections at every hospital in New York. She’d find you and

discover your illness. So after getting permission from the officers, I took you to Mayo Clinic and had Alexander contact

Dr. Evans.”

“But Dr. Evans was already on vacation.”

“When she heard you needed help, she had me bring you to her home…” Ethan finished, giving Dr. Evans a grateful look. “She turned her home into a hospital room and let me stay to h are for you…”

“Thank you,” I said to Dr. Evans, feeling a weight of gratitude despite my confusion.

“Don’t thank me.” She sent Ethan a pointed look. “Could you get her some hot water?”

Once he left, she turned to me with a sigh. “I told you to keep your emotions stable. Did any of that advice sink in?”

her teacup. “Late–stage cancer requires emotional stability.

took a small sip, feeling like a scolded

she continued. “You’re young. Why

once, causing you to vomit blood.” She studied my face. “After

empty cup,

ringing constantly. Family

my phone. Unlocking it revealed hundreds of missed calls – dozens from Astrid, about ten from Laurel, and

call

phone rang again. Blake’s name flashed on the

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spilling the tea as he lunged to stop me. “Whatever

the phone down. ‘What’s

York for you.” He pulled out his phone, showing me videos of men in black suits questioning people throughout the city. “Parker Group sent out thousands of security guards looking for

at the footage, my mind struggling to process it. Hundreds of calls?

about you,” Ethan said. “You were married for three years,

scrolled through his phone and handed it to

It was my phone. Laurel was supposed to return it, but her maid messed up and gave me Rachel’s phone instead. So my phone was still with

caption read: “Miss Sinclair, being a thief and swapping phones

because of a phone?” The realization/stung more than it

more than anyone

people who’ve

and publicly calls you a thief! And

Now he’s hunting you down

“They’re perfect for each

bag and pulled out the old phone. “Though she’s not completely wrong. The phone she’s

with me.”

froze. “You actually took

I said,