Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 342

Audrey’s POV

Victoria Sinclair turned around from the front passenger seat, flashing a bright smile.

“Astrid, did you see the wedding invitation I made?” She waved her phone screen at us. “The one I put together myself?”

I stared at the digital invitation displayed on her phone. My stomach tightened – it was identical to what Adrian had shown at dinner last night.

‘I had to dig through so many photos to find one where my sister actually looked happy,” Victoria continued. “The editing took forever.”

Astrid’s expression hardened, her eyes cooling as she glanced at the screen. “Yeah, I saw it online,’ she said flatly. “Didn’t know you were behind it.”

“You know damn well Blake is marrying Rachel in two days. What’s your angle here, replacing Rachel’s photo with Audrey’s?”

I studied Victoria silently from behind my mask. What was my supposed “sister” plotting now?

“To crash the wedding, obviously!” Victoria said with a hint of pride. “Come on, Astrid. Don’t you think it’s wrong? My sister’s barely cold in her grave, and Blake’s already marrying someone else!”

She leaned forward, voice rising. “Once he’s hitched to Rachel, you think he’ll give a damn about me or the Sinclair family?”

Her hands flew up dramatically. “We can’t let this wedding happen!”

She turned fully to Astrid, her smile turning syrupy sweet. “Don’t you want justice for Audrey? Help me stop this wedding.”

car went silent. A laugh bubbled up before I could

funny? I’m talking to Astrid. Mind your

she thinks you’re being ridiculous, she

about wanting

turning icy. “Are you after justice for Audrey, or

the Sinclairs showed her an ounce of concern. You skipped her funeral. It’s been over ten months, and not one of

me. I could see confusion flickering behind her eyes – something about me seemed familiar,

Victoria repeated her wedding-crashing plan for the fifth time, Astrid’s patience finally

Just his

“Miss

Victoria’s POV

stepped out of the car, fuming at being dismissed like some Uber passenger

woman in the back seat pulled down her mask to sip some water. Through the

My body froze.

Impossible.

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away, but I barely noticed. I stood rooted to the sidewalk, mind

Audrey. My dead sister –

hands,