Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Audrey’s POV

A phone’s shrill ring dragged me from deep sleep. I blindly reached out, grabbed it, and hit answer without checking who was

calling.

“Hello?” My voice was rough with sleep.

After a brief silence came an ear-splitting shriek. “Who the hell is this?”

“Why do you have Blake’s phone?” The woman’s voice rose with each word. “It’s barely eight in the morning! What are you doing together at this hour?”

I blinked, suddenly wide awake as I recognized Laurel’s voice.

“You sound half-asleep! You bitch! How dare you steal my man!”

I panicked and hung up, putting the phone down and mentally kicking myself.

Great job, Audrey. Just brilliant.

I’ve been so careful to keep up the illusion I’m dead – keeping my phone off, only using that old phone to talk to Felix occasionally. And

now I answer Blake’s phone like an idiot.

I glanced over at Blake, who was still sleeping soundly. For a guy with normally razor-sharp senses, he seemed completely

undisturbed by the noise.

That’s weird, I thought. After being blinded five years ago and then the whole vegetative state thing, Blake barely sleeps at all. Usually if I so much as breathe too loud, he wakes up.

The phone was blaring and Laurel was screeching like a banshee… how is he still asleep?

The phone started ringing again. Laurel’s name lit up the screen. After a moment’s hesitation, I nudged Blake’s shoulder.

“Miss Rose is calling,” I said.

the phone from my

his

was so loud I could hear every word. “I just called you, and some woman answered! Who is she?

out of bed,” Laurel continued, her voice taking on that

someone behind my back?”

before answering. “It was just the

his voice dripping with sweetness. “If you’re upset, I’ll come to the hospital today and stay with you. I won’t

how Laurel was faking her illness. Now he was rushing to comfort

thought he

gave Blake an awkward smile and slipped out of the bedroom with Snow in my

Blake’s POV

finishing my call with Laurel, I headed downstairs. The scent of warm milk and toasted bread stopped me mid-way down

up to this smell almost every morning. I stood there, oddly transfixed. After she was

this again after almost

what home feels like. This

table. She noticed me watching her

down the remaining steps and

said cautiously. “Did you manage to

I replied. “But I won’t be coming back here for the next few

face immediately brightened.

“You seem pretty

to see you,” she said. “It’s just that Snow and I are used to

This property is under my name.

often you came here when we were married?

all over and we remarry,” I said firmly, “I’ll come home every

Eat it on the way if you want. If

pointed to the warm milk and sandwich she’d prepared, then picked up Snow and headed upstairs

hit me like a slap. I stood there

When we were married, I rarely came

got that penthouse near the office. When work got crazy, I’d just

come back once a week, sometimes only once a month

she disappeared upstairs, I picked up the milk and

car after breakfast, I was about to start the engine when my phone rang. Thalia’s

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