Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 259

“Her condition Is slightly better, the nurse whispered. “But the rug isn’t clearing as quickly as we’d hoped. Dr. Clarke thinks it could take a month.”

I squeezed Rachel’s hand. “I’ll be gone a few days,” I said softly. When I come back, maybe I’ll hear your voice.”

I hugged her gently, then straightened to find Dr. Evans watching from the doorway, unexpected tears in her eyes.

“Let’s go,” I said. She quickly wiped her face and nodded.

After disguising me carefully, Dr. Evans led me to a waiting van Half an hour later, we arrived at Mayo Clinic, where I was settled into a basement room, connected to medical equipment for the “performance” ahead.

Laurel’s POV

On Mayo Clinic’s third floor, I prepared for my own performance.

I lay back against the pillows, phone pressed to my ear. “Blake darling,” I whispered, making my voice weak and fragile, “I think I’m dying… could you come see me?”

“If you’re sick, see a doctor,” Blake replied flatly. “I don’t treat illnesses.”

My hand froze. My face darkened instantly.

What the hell? In four years, he’s never spoken to me like this. Since coming back from Europe with my “terminal illness,” he’s given me everything I’ve asked for. One fake attack and he’d practically carry me to the hospital himself, terrified of losing his precious savior.

there

when she’s DEAD? Why? I claimed the title of his savior, I’ve done everything right! Why would he still

voice to sound even more pathetic, I’ve seen doctors… but they say my

need someone who can calm me

he interrupted. “I don’t

The line went dead.

the floor with a satisfying CRASH. The pieces scattered across the tiles,

Scarlett’s POV

burst into the room at the sound. “Laurel! What’s

face red with anger. “What’s wrong? Are you serious

for that bitch’s body instead of seeing me” She yanked at the tubes attached me playing sick, and he

her arm. “Look at

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punched In a number. “Dr. Evans, come a favor. Send her

came

phone back. “I

at the phone, pieces clicking together. “The medical data you’re having

the woman helping fake Laurel’s illness, providing her medical data was Audrey

husband. Conveniently my age. She gets treatment resources, I get her