Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 230

Blake’s POV

Astrid’s voice carried clearly through the thin walls of this old building.

‘Do you regret marrying him?”

Hearing this question, I frowned, unconsciously tightening my grip on the keys in my hand.

In truth, I also wanted to know – during those three years of marriage, had Audrey ever regretted being with me?

But long after Astrid’s question, no response came from Audrey. The air in the hallway felt as stifling as it must have been inside the apartment.

After a lengthy silence, I slid my key into the lock and stepped inside my newly rented apartment.

The place was barren. I sat on the leather sofa and listened to the conversation next door.

“Astrid, drop it,” Ethan said. “If Audrey doesn’t want to talk about it, don’t push her.”

“I think she must have liked Parker at some point,” he added. “It’s just that he disappointed her.”

A cold laugh cut through the wall – Audrey’s laugh, but without any warmth.

“He didn’t disappoint me,” she said. “I never expected anything from him.”

‘Blake Parker and I were always from different worlds,” she continued. “When I married him, he was still a vegetative patient.”

“If he’d never woken up, we would have lived peacefully. But he did wake up.” I heard ice clinking against glass. “From the day he woke up, I knew we’d eventually divorce.”

She paused. “So I have no regrets. If I had another chance, I’d probably make the same choice.”

My hands clenched into fists. So that was our marriage to her a mistake she’d willingly repeat.

The conversation shifted. Soon laughter filled the air as they planned her jewelry launch to rehash old stories I’d never been part of. I sat alone in the dark, struck by how different Audrey sounded with them – relaxed, playful, nothing like the cold woman she was around me.

Not once did they mention my name or anyone from the Parker family. It was as if I and the entire Parker family didn’t matter to her at all.

My mind drifted back to Pinehaven Village, to how her eyes lit up when she spoke about the man she’d once liked. I’d never seen that look directed at me.

I grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter, not bothering with a glass. My phone buzzed with Laurel’s message:

and can’t decide which is best for the

the images without interest, locked the screen, and set it

Audrey’s POV

I said, checking my watch. “Ethan, don’t you

nodded. “Yeah,

and went downstairs to see him off.

get to

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Chapter 230

from the alcohol. “Audrey, you’re really

years earlier,” he

It wouldn’t have made

“Why not?”

been in love with Blake Parker for five years. Even if we’d met three years

The taxi pulled up.

as friends. Or you can think of me

me a sad smile. “I

down the window. “I’ll text when I

“You better,‘ I warned.

lingering on my

opened on my floor,

neighbor’s moved in. Careless enough to leave

was late, and I didn’t know who

Astrid had fallen asleep on the couch. I removed the wine glass from her hand and covered her with a

cleaning up, I took the trash out.

Maybe they’re

I heard a key turning. Looking back, I saw the keys in my neighbor’s door moving slightly,

them, but nothing happened. Eventually, I continued to

Seemed like they were about to open the

my own doorknob, feeling

new neighbor’s avoiding me. I’m just a

steps when I heard a door opening,

Blake’s POV

“Blake darling, finally!”

mansion when Laurel rushed over, eyes red and swollen. She

sent people to your house,” she said. “They said you weren’t home or at

and threw herself