Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 243

Audrey’s POV

Thalia’s eyes widened as she turned to Laurel, ‘You know this person?‘ Thalia finally asked, eyebrow raised.

Laurel hesitated before nodding. “Yes.”

“She’s my mother’s daughter with that man,” she said quietly. “Rachel Hayes.”

“Oh, so this is the sister you never talk about?” Thalia’s eyes lit with recognition.

“I thought she died years ago,” Olivia chimed in, leaning closer to study Rachel. “When you said your sister would attend your engagement, I figured you meant, like, a photo or something. Not that she was actually alive but… you know.”

My grip tightened on Rachel’s wheelchair handles. Each word made my blood boil, but I kept my face neatral. Tonight wasn’t about confrontation it was about getting Rachel out safely.

“We don’t usually mention my sister,” Laurel explained with practiced sadness. “Her existence reminds us that my mother once abandoned my father and me.”

She glanced down at Rachel with cool detachment. “But now that she’s like this, my father and I have moved past it. That’s why I wanted her here tonight.”

“Wow, that’s really generous of you,” Olivia gushed. “But why is she with Audrey?”

Laurel laughed lightly. “Because Miss Sinclair has experience with vegetative patients, of course.”

Her eyes met mine, filled with mockery. “Blake suggested she’d be perfect for the job. After all, when he was sick, she took such good care of him. One Audrey is worth three professional caregivers.”

“My brother is something else,” Thalia snorted. “Even after divorce, he’s still making you do his dirty work?”

She looked me up and down. “Is he paying you? Or are you working for free?”

A cruel smile spread across her face. “No compensation, just free labor. You’re so cheap, Audrey. Blake says ‘jump‘ and you’re still asking how high?”

I bit my tongue. Arguing would only draw more attention and risk our escape plan.

“That’s enough!” Astrid stepped between us, practically vibrating with anger. “We’re taking care of Rachel because she’s our friend! We don’t need your commentary.”

a vegetable for four years,” Thalia shot back,

go back to elementary school. Audrey met her five years ago. Our friendship is deeper

we wouldn’t be caught dead

the wheelchair handles. “Let’s go. Talking to these people is

nodded, more than ready to

than I expected, grabbing my wrist. “Afraid we’ll expose

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hand, then met her

avoid complications. But Thalia keeps pushing, mistaking my restraint for weakness. This could draw attention and jeopardize our escape plan, but now, I’d

from Rachel’s wheelchair, turning to face Thalia directly. With a quick motion, 1 yanked my arm

sending cake and champagne flying, dass shattered across the marble floor as wine soaked into her gown. She sat there stunned, surrounded by frosting

over her, suddenly finding myself in the position of power. “Do you really think I’m afraid of

said, my voice steady. “Laurel says jump, and you’re the perfect lapdog. She weaponizes you with a few words, and you

are New York royalty,” I continued, “yet instead of working to deserve that name, you spend your days

of harassing me, find yourself a tutor,” I said coldly. “You can’t

fell silent. Nearby conversations

Blake’s POV

been rushing to her defense. Yet bearing Audrey’s sharp

I thought. Constant patience only invites

that touched my lips. Even now,

Audrey’s POV

remembered

concerned but her body language, telling

made no move to help her up. I could see it clearly. Laurel had hesitated

shoes right before her big moment as the star of

helping you?” I asked, nodding toward her feet. Because in her mind, you’re less

“Thalia, I’m not

Olivia called, running to find security.

over, carefully navigating the broken glass to help Thalia up. Only then did

hurt?” she asked, her

her, face ashen. “When I fell, you were right there. Why didn’t