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.

jewelry design, both developed similar aesthetic principles. To an outsider, it might look like plagiarism, but I knew better. Neither of

stepped between us before I could say more. “You show up here talking collaboration,

“If you question my

to Audrey Sinclair’s designs. All I’m asking for is your design philosophy.

head-on. “I can absolutely explain my process. But here’s my question for you, Mr. Parker – your ex-wife is dead. Even if I explain

what inspired her? Her techniques? Her creative philosophy? Because if

color drained from Blake’s face. His

mouth opened, closed, then opened again. No words came

I’d struck a nerve.

husband for three years, he never once noticed how much I loved designing jewelry. Never asked about my process or what

word sharp with disbelief. “You supposedly loved your

head, not bothering to hide my disgust. “But you can’t even tell me what she

me of stealing from someone you never bothered

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Blake’s POV

I closed my eyes.

who spoke to me this way would be out of my