Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Audrey’s POV

“Mt. Parker and Miss Rose need engagement rings for their ceremony,” Michael said through the phone. The deadlines tight since they re getting enga next week. He wants you to refine the women’s ring from your collection and create a matching men’s ring in three days.

I sucked in a sharp breath, too stunned to respond immediately.

Blake Parker wanted me to design his and Laurel’s engagement rings? Was this some kind of sick joke?

Sure, we had a business arrangement for jewelry design, but I was his ex–wife, Having your former spouse design the rings for you and your new fame wes beyond inappropriate.

“Miss Sinclair?” Michael hesitated. ‘I think Mr. Parker has his reasons. His engagement will be highly publicized having your designs featured would be excellent promotion for your work.”

I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. So I should thank my considerate ex–husband for advertising my work at his engagement to another woman?”

I set my phone down and closed my eyes, trying to calm down. Then I picked up my phone and found Blake’s contact. Opening our message thread. memories crashed over me like waves.

This same thread where I’d once sent daily messages. Reminders about cutting back on coffee and cigarettes. Updates about dinner waiting at home. Videos of Snow doing something cute. Gentle requests for him to drink less at business dinners and come home early.

His responses had been minimal when they came at all. An occasional “ok” or “noted,”

Those days feel like another lifetime now, I thought. I could barely recognize that version of myself – the woman who had persistently sought Blake’s attention without reciprocation. How had I maintained that one–sided effort for three whole years?

and typed: “Can

message bounced back with a red

dialed his number directly. The

reached Blake Parker’s

up with a bitter

or be missing calls. There was only one explanation for undelivered messages and calls going straight to

He blocked my number.

so afraid of

want to hear from me, we should keep our distance. I won’t design

the bed and headed to the bathroom. Standing under the hot shower,

my heart felt

why Blake agreed to send Rachel’s photos last night but had Michael deliver them

should have severed ties

Blake’s POV

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Chapter 227

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sir,” he said. “Miss Sinclair made some revisions but hasn’t finished everything. The ring

out Audrey’s jewelry sketches and examined them carefully. The designs were stunning elegant yet distinctive, sophisticated with being flas Each piece had