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 us

visits.”

matched exactly what I’d overheard that night

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 I

never invited her family over. Was she actually protecting

ashamed of them?

taking anything was manipulation – a ploy for sympathy. I thought her

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her motivation… then what was? Could she have genuinely cared for me, enough to marry a man in a vegetative state? Would someone develop such deep feelings after just

Audrey’s POV

heavy with our conversation. She’d spent hours trying to convince me that

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 with a message from

fancy restaurant, holding a fork in

completely out of place.

caption: “Michelin restaurant. Come collect

back: “Didn’t she tell you I’ve cut ties with them? She’s not my sister anymore.

barely settled

talking with her

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

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

refuses to see

smiled. “Oh, I have my

“What ways?” Blake pressed.

take me in would be easy,” she said,

her door. Let

sister. If she won’t

they

she can’t escape me.”