Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

I closed my eyes, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. It grew until fars streamed down my face.

Laurel Rose has been faking cancer. And I’ve been helping her do treatment, bringing specialists like Dr. Clarke. But really… I’ve bee

I laughed harder, the sound turning hollow.

All this time, I thought some kind soul was funding my helping Laurel Rose manipulate Blake.

How perfectly ironic. The woman I despised for Jaking illness to gain Blake’s sympathy was using my real illness as her cover.

Blake probably researched gastric cancer treatments… for her. Using my actual case data.

Every time Laurel had an “episode,” she was mimicking my symptoms. Using my pain. My illness gave credibility to her lies.

And nobody told me. Not Dr. Evans, not any nurse who must have known who we all were.

Without Scarlett’s outburst and that news article, I might have died never knowing I was helping the woman

from me.

The tears flowed, but my laughter had turned to silent shaking.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, wiping away the tears

Enough.

who took everything

up and started ripping off the monitoring equipment. The machines beeped in protest as I pulled out wires and

lines.

to be Laurel

at the medical equipment that had been transmitting my deteriorating condition to

This charade ends now.

Blake’s POV

Laurel bent over a trash can, Scarlett holding her hair back. Her face was chalk–white. Nothing left in her stomach but

me at the

look up. Blake’s here,” she said, moving

with effort. When her empty

did

“Don’t worry about me. Audrey matters more finding her

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whispered. “She’d be safe

Audrey… I’ve been unfair

twisted the guilt in my chest. The engagement had

Laurel so broken yet concerned about others. She’d changed since Europe, but maybe not completely. Somewhere inside was still the woman

and I’d brushed