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 engagement.

at the images without interest, locked the screen, and

Audrey’s POV

getting late,” I said, checking my

and nodded. “Yeah, I

taxi and went downstairs to see him off. The night air felt good

me when you get to your

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from the alcohol.

met you three years earlier,” he added, words

thinking too much. It wouldn’t have

“Why not?”

in love with Blake Parker for five years. Even

The taxi pulled up.

we work best as friends. Or you

a

he rolled down the window. “I’ll text when

“You better,‘ I warned.

eyes lingering

headed inside. When the elevator opened on my floor, I noticed keys hanging from

our new neighbor’s moved in. Careless enough to

considered knocking but decided against it. It was late, and I didn’t know who

I removed the wine glass from her hand and

trash out. The

Maybe

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

Eventually, I continued to the trash chute. When I

to open the door but changed

reached for my own doorknob,

me. I’m just a neighbor,

and had barely taken two steps when I heard a door opening, followed by quick footsteps

Blake’s POV

“Blake darling, finally!”

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

house,” she said. “They

open and threw