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

and started ripping off the monitoring equipment. The machines beeped in protest as

lines.

to be Laurel Rose’s puppet

final glance at the medical equipment that had been transmitting my deteriorating condition to Blake as if it were

This charade ends now.

Blake’s POV

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

me at

up. Blake’s here,” she said, moving the trash can away

with effort. When her empty eyes found me, she mustered

darling… did you find

worry about me.

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safe if I hadn’t dragged her to

been

the guilt in my chest. The engagement had been my idea, after

broken yet concerned about others. She’d changed since Europe, but maybe not completely. Somewhere inside was still the woman who pulled me from darkness five years ago, who

and I’d