Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 216

Blake’s POV

I set down my wine glass and looked at Victoria.

“My divorce with your sister is temporary,” I said flatly.

Victoria’s eyes widened. “Temporary? You mean you’re going to remarry her?”

“Yes.” I gave a slight nod. “Eventually.”

If the divorce hadn’t become so public, I never would have signed those papers. The media attention, Audrey’s insistence it created a storm I couldn’t control. But I still saw our separation as a pause, not an ending.

“But why?” Victoria’s fork clattered against her plate. “After everything she’s done? Audrey only married you for your money! Why give someone like that another chance?”

I studied her face, suddenly connecting the dots.

“How exactly do you know what Audrey’s motivations were?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “You’re suggesting she doesn’t care

for me?”

Victoria scoffed. “Of course she doesn’t! She never has.”

She leaned forward, suddenly smug. “Mr. Parker, there’s something you probably don’t know.”

“Two years ago, my parents and I came to New York. We brought our luggage to stay for an extended vacation.”

Victoria paused to gulp her wine, then continued with a slight hiccup. “Audrey was our only family here, so naturally, we came to your place.”

Her eyes gleamed. “But your precious wife kicked us out in the middle of the night!”

I kept my expression neutral, but my mind was racing.

“She told us she married you for your money,” Victoria continued. “She said there was no love between you, that even like her. She admitted she had to walk on eggshells around you.”

you didn’t

she’d make you buy

visits.”

matched exactly what I’d overheard

known the Sinclairs had arrived with luggage, planning to stay. Audrey knew how much I valued privacy – I’d moved out of the Parker mansion the moment

her family over. Was she actually protecting my space rather than

ashamed of them?

– a ploy for sympathy. I thought her refusal of Grandfather’s

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if I’d been

genuinely cared for me, enough to marry

Audrey’s POV

stepped out of Dr. Evans‘ building, my mind heavy with our conversation. She’d spent hours trying to

I would help this anonymous benefactor by producing genuine symptoms. Since learning about my cancer,

for me. The least I

discomfort.

a taxi when

fancy restaurant, holding a fork in one hand and a wine

completely out of place.

“Michelin restaurant. Come collect your sister. This is the

bit my lip and typed back: “Didn’t she tell you I’ve cut ties with them? She’s not

down a cab and had barely

talking with

I’d have gone straight there,” she said, words

with forced sweetness. “Why don’t you take me to Audrey? Just drop me at her

she refuses to see you?” Blake’s voice

smiled. “Oh, I have my

“What ways?” Blake pressed.

me in

cause a scene outside her door. Let all her neighbors

sister. If she

forward. “Even if she calls the police, what can they do once they know I’m family? As long as she’s my

she can’t escape me.”