Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 310

Blake’s POV

‘I don’t just want Astrid to know about Snow,” I said, watching the landscape blur past the car window. “I want her and Ethan to meet this Mrs. Knox in person.”

If that woman truly was Audrey, she might fool me or Rachel, but her closest friends? No chance. Astrid and Ethan would recognize her instantly.

Rachel handed back my phone with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll contact Thalia when we get back.”

She hesitated before continuing. “Look, I get you want to make things right with Audrey. But if this doesn’t pan out… you need to stop.

“This woman has a family, Blake. We can’t keep disrupting their lives on a hunch.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Family? You call that a family? They don’t even sleep in the same room.”

“What kind of husband doesn’t know his wife’s basic habits? Their whole setup is off.”

“Legally, they’re married,” Rachel countered, leaning forward. “Blake, promise me something. If Astrid and Ethan meet her and confirm she’s not Audrey… you’ll back off.”

Her voice hardened. “Promise me that, and I’ll help. Otherwise, I’ll do everything I can to stop you.”

I stared at her. “Are you threatening me?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you ever considered Audrey a friend,” I said. “She did everything for you. When she was dying, she still found a way to get you away from the Rose family.”

I clenched my fist. “If she meant anything to you, you’d want her back just as much as I do.”

let out a short, pained laugh. “Blake, Audrey is dead. No

I don’t wish she were alive?

all there – childhood photos, school records, marriage

Evelyn Knox had a documented life in Australia that never

to accept it. Two women with identical faces? That couldn’t

wiped away a tear. “Audrey was my best friend. Of course

Blake. And she wouldn’t want

time, watching the road ahead. Finally, I

Rachel said.

cremation. If Audrey

Would Astrid have spent months

words sank in, heavy and cold. After a long moment, I

I promise.” My voice sounded distant to my own ears. “If Astrid confirms she’s not Audrey,

Rachel’s POV

promise,” I

a mess – relief that he’d agreed, worry that he might not follow through, and that persistent,

on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone.

Thalia’s voice came

cat taken care of?”

tightened around the phone. “Yes.

replied,

Thalia’s POV

shifted in the makeup chair, careful not to disturb the artist applying my false

carrying that cat everywhere,” I said.

think of Audrey Sinclair. And thinking of

into the armrest. That place wasn’t

hours. They made us