Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

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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.

out there with rescue crews

does he still care about Audrey when she’s DEAD? Why? I claimed the title of his savior, I’ve done everything

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

who can calm me

he interrupted. “I don’t have time. Call her

The line went dead.

hurling it against the floor with a satisfying CRASH. The pieces scattered across the tiles, just

Scarlett’s POV

the room at the sound. “Laurel!

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

bitch’s body instead of seeing me” She yanked at the tubes

her arm. “Look at

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my phone and punched In a number. “Dr. Evans, come a favor.

came

“I refuse to lose to a

clicking together. “The medical data you’re having sent fo

woman helping fake Laurel’s illness,

her eyes. “Terminal cancer. Dumped by her husband. Conveniently my age. She

for real–time monitoring,” she added with a smirk. “I almost went to

bother?”