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.”

Thalia shot back, “How exactly

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 of an

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

than ready

I expected, grabbing my

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stared at her hand,

avoid complications. But Thalia keeps pushing, mistaking my restraint for weakness.

away from Rachel’s wheelchair, turning to face Thalia directly. With a quick motion,

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

stood over her, suddenly finding myself in the position of power. “Do you really

says jump, and you’re the perfect lapdog. She

working to deserve that name, you spend your days

of harassing me, find yourself a tutor,” I said coldly.

Nearby conversations stopped as

Blake’s POV

the pillar, I watched with unexpected satisfaction. As Thalia’s brother, I should’ve been rushing to her defense. Yet bearing Audrey’s

ago, I thought. Constant patience only

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

Audrey’s POV

remembered her

called, her voice concerned but her body language, telling a

move to help her up. I

glass. She’d been afraid of ruining her shoes right before her

asked, nodding toward her feet. Because in

face paled. “Thalia, I’m not

help!” Olivia called, running to

to help Thalia up. Only then did Laurel rush forward, grabbing Thalia’s arm with exaggerated

Are you hurt?” she asked, her voice dripping

were right there. Why didn’t you help me? Why wait