Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Audrey’s POV

I didn’t want to waste another minute with these two. I looked directly at Victoria, completely ignoring Blake beside me.

“Let me make this crystal clear,” I said. “We’re not sisters. We never were. Moreover, I’m living with Astrid now. You know her temper. Show up at my door causing trouble, and you’ll regret it.”

“Not only will Astrid handle you, I’ll call the police.”

Victoria’s eyes widened slightly.

“And I won’t stop there. I’ll tell every media outlet exactly how you and Richard treated me. How my biological parents favored their adopted daughter while mistreating their own flesh and blood.”

I grabbed a napkin and scribbled down my address, then tossed it at her. “There. Now you don’t need Blake as an excuse.”

I stood up and walked away without looking back. Blake wasn’t my husband anymore. Whatever game.he was playing with

Victoria didn’t concern me.

As I pushed through the restaurant doors, the cool night air hit my face. Standing at the curb, I raised my hand to hail a taxi. A yellow cab quickly pulled over, and I slid into the back seat.

“Where to, miss?” the driver asked.

Going home meant facing Astrid, who’d take one look at me and know something was wrong. She’d want details, want to

to Pinehaven Village, by the

back. “Pinehaven Village? At this

said firmly. “Is there a

Group bought it

there but

woman like yourself, alone

gave him a tired smile. “I lived there five years

nostalgic, couldn’t you visit during daylight?” the driver persisted. “It’s

I assured him. “I go there often. I’m not depressed or anything. It’s just… quiet.

was working at the tiny clinic in Pinehaven then, barely making ends meet as an aide.

him. Rachel would drop by to help whenever she could, bringing food and keeping

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like life exhausting shifts, a blind patient who didn’t know my name, Rachel teasing me about developing feelings

to go back. Those simple days in this

I had his promise that when his eyes healed,

my card,” the driver said, passing it back to me. “Call