Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 295

Despite everything, hearing Astrid’s fierce, protective voice made me smile inside. The scandals hadn’t broken her spirit. She was still my fierce, loyal friend.

“Mrs. Knox.”

I jumped, not realizing Blake had approached. He stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, studying me with that penetrating. gaze I knew too well.

“You heard what was said on that call,” he stated rather than asked.

“Pretty hard not to,” I replied, raising an eyebrow.

With Astrid’s volume, pretending otherwise would’ve been ridiculous.

Blake narrowed his eyes. “The similarities between your designs and my late wife’s work are striking. Care to explain?”

“Explain what, exactly?” I countered.

The similarities had shocked me too when I first saw Evelyn’s designs. What she created mirrored my own style in so many ways, yet with distinct differences in the details. It was as though we’d shared the same creative instincts despite never meeting.

developed similar aesthetic principles. To an

here talking collaboration, then accuse my

the men was palpable. “If you question my wife’s integrity,

in your work, Mrs. Knox. But you can’t deny the resemblance to Audrey Sinclair’s designs. All I’m asking for is your design philosophy. If your work is original,

for you, Mr. Parker – your ex-wife is dead. Even if I explain everything,

wife’s design process? Do you know what inspired her? Her techniques? Her creative philosophy? Because if you don’t,

color drained from Blake’s face. His

then opened

I’d struck a nerve.

asked about my process or what inspired me. He’d lived with me but hadn’t seen

“You supposedly loved your ex-wife enough to try killing yourself after she

not bothering to hide my disgust. “But you can’t even tell me what she was passionate about. You don’t

me of stealing from someone you never bothered to understand.

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Blake’s POV

I closed my eyes.

woman who spoke to me this way would be out of my life before she finished