Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 310

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.”

out a short, pained laugh. “Blake, Audrey is dead.

were alive? That I wouldn’t give

Evelyn’s records are all there – childhood photos, school records, marriage certificate. She even has a child

documented life in Australia that never overlapped

me still refused to accept it. Two women with identical faces?

“Audrey was my best friend.

took a shaky breath. “But she’s gone, Blake. And she wouldn’t

long time, watching the road ahead. Finally, I had

said. ‘I

handled her cremation. If Audrey

Astrid have spent months grieving if Audrey were still out

and cold. After a

own ears.

Rachel’s POV

I said, watching the hotel

feelings were a mess – relief that he’d agreed, worry that he might not follow through, and that persistent, painful hope that maybe, just maybe,

the bed, staring

Thalia’s voice came

taken care of?” she

the phone. “Yes. I found someone to take

she replied, sounding

Thalia’s POV

in the makeup chair, careful not to disturb the artist

cat everywhere,” I said.

furball, I couldn’t help but think of Audrey Sinclair.

armrest. That place wasn’t a school

stand in freezing rain for hours. They made us run laps at 3 AM. They

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