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:

darling, I’ve tried these three dresses and can’t decide which is best for the engagement. Could

at the images without interest, locked the screen,

Audrey’s POV

I said, checking my

and nodded. “Yeah,

him off. The

get to your dorm,” I

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flushed from the alcohol. “Audrey, you’re

I’d met you three years earlier,” he added, words slightly

It

“Why not?”

Parker for five years. Even if

The taxi pulled up.

as friends. Or you can think of

gave me a sad smile.

down the window. “I’ll text when

“You better,‘ I warned.

lingering on my

opened on my floor, I noticed

neighbor’s moved in. Careless enough to leave

was

removed the wine

up, I took the trash out. The keys were still in my

Maybe they’re not

turning. Looking back, I

waited, curious to meet them, but nothing happened. Eventually, I continued to the trash chute. When I returned,

to open the door but changed their mind when they

own doorknob,

my new neighbor’s avoiding me. I’m

I heard a door opening, followed by quick

Blake’s POV

“Blake darling, finally!”

Laurel rushed over, eyes red

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

and threw herself into