Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 223

“If you’re thinking I’ll smuggle you in, forget it.”

“No, nothing like that,” I said with an awkward laugh.

I took a deep breath. “I haven’t seen Rachel in so long. Four years since the accident…”

I couldn’t hide my sadness. ‘I don’t know what four years as a vegetative patient has done to her…”

“Could you take some photos of her for me?”

His hands tightened on the wheel. ‘You want pictures of Rachel Hayes?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve taken care of me,‘ he said, his voice lower. “You should know after lying in bed for months, faces change. Muscles sag.”

“That was just me after half a year. Rachel’s been there four years.”

He paused. ‘She won’t look good.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said through the ache in my chest. “She’s my friend. I won’t care how she looks.

“I just want to see her, to know she’s been properly cared for.”

I gazed into the darkness. “Just seeing her once, even if I died the next moment, I could accept that.”

car screeched to a halt, throwing me

are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with you, and

saying these things? You think I’ll believe you knew Rachel? That this isn’t just to cause

looked at his anger and

believe me no matter what I

you don’t think I knew Rachel before,” I said, “maybe you could take photos so I can

might never

stared at

nuts,” he finally said, restarting the car. “What’s with all this death talk at your

window with a bitter smile. “Blake,” I

driving, ignoring

reminded me I’m still young,”

in the bloom of youth, loved him five years, but it feels like a lifetime. Now

a shrink,” he said, gripping

“Maybe you’re right

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accelerator, clearly wanting

said. “If one day… I suddenly died, would you feel even a tiny bit of

his forearms stood out. His lips pressed into a

down my cheek. I wiped it

me

was waiting at the Manhattan crossroads when we pulled up. He opened my

Sinclair, ready to