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.”

woman’s been a vegetable for four years,” Thalia shot back, “How exactly

back to elementary school. Audrey met her five years

took a step forward. “If it weren’t for Rachel, we wouldn’t be caught dead at this train wreck

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

nodded, more than ready

than I expected, grabbing

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at her hand, then

been holding back to avoid complications. But Thalia keeps pushing, mistaking my restraint for weakness. This could

face Thalia directly. With a quick

lost her balance, stumbling backward with a surprised yelp. She crashed into a nearby table, sending cake and champagne flying, dass shattered across

her, suddenly finding myself in the position of power. “Do

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

to deserve that name,

a tutor,” I said coldly. “You can’t even

silent. Nearby conversations stopped as people

Blake’s POV

pillar, I watched with unexpected satisfaction. As Thalia’s brother, I should’ve been rushing to

I

help the small smile that touched my lips. Even now, Audrey Sinclair continued to surprise

Audrey’s POV

Laurel remembered her

but

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

ruining her shoes right before her big moment as the star

I asked, nodding toward her feet. Because in her mind, you’re less important than

face paled. “Thalia,

called, running to find security.

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

hurt?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake

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