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

fell for her, she’d make you buy us

visits.”

exactly what I’d overheard that

valued privacy – I’d

entire marriage, Audrey never invited her family over. Was she actually

ashamed of them?

assumed her leaving our marriage without taking anything was manipulation – a ploy for

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I’d been

money wasn’t her motivation… then what was? Could she have genuinely cared for me, enough to marry a man

Audrey’s POV

building, my mind heavy with our conversation. She’d spent hours trying to convince me that

would help this anonymous benefactor by producing genuine symptoms. Since learning about my cancer, losing my baby, and watching my marriage fall apart, I’d stopped expecting much from

specialists for me. The least I could do was return the kindness,

discomfort.

to hail a taxi when my phone buzzed

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

completely out of place.

“Michelin restaurant. Come collect your

back: “Didn’t she tell you I’ve cut ties with

had barely settled in

with her mouth full

I knew where Audrey lived, I’d have gone straight there,” she said,

forced sweetness. “Why don’t you take me to

she refuses to see you?” Blake’s voice

I have

“What ways?” Blake pressed.

my smarts, making Audrey take me

cause a scene outside her door. Let all her neighbors

sister. If she won’t let

if she calls the police, what can they do once they know I’m family? As

she can’t escape me.”