Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 352

“When she died, my parents and I were happier than anyone!” Victoria wiped at her tears. “Mrs. Parker, please believe me, I wasn’t conspiring with her!”

I clenched my fists, bitter irony washing over me. My biological parents celebrated my “death” while my sister’s adoptive family saved my life. Perhaps being abandoned at birth had spared Evelyn from knowing she wasn’t wanted by her blood relatives.

“I hope that’s true,” Rebecca snorted, futilely trying to clean her ruined outfit.

She turned her cold eyes on me. “Weren’t you supposed to be dead? How are you suddenly back? Couldn’t live without my son, so you rushed back before his wedding?”

I kept my back turned, which only fueled her anger.

“Dream on if you think your return will stop Blake from marrying Rachel!” she spat. “The daughter-in-law of our Parker family can be anyone but you! Did you hear me, Audrey Sinclair?”

Years ago, her words would have crushed me. Now they barely registered. I actually felt like laughing.

“She’s not Audrey Sinclair.”

Blake’s calm voice cut through his mother’s rant as Michael helped him into a fresh wheelchair.

“She’s the daughter of the Australian Parker family, Adrian Knox’s wife, Evelyn Knox.”

Rebecca laughed sharply. “The Australian Parkers? The ones your father drove out of New York twenty years ago? People who left in disgrace are still losers, even in Australia.”

I turned, unable to hide my surprise. “The Parkers here drove the Australian branch out of New York?”

to become New York’s wealthiest family.” Rebecca looked smug.

mentioned this – they’d only said they moved for better

having an

business was better in Australia. Besides, Miss Knox is married with a four-year-old daughter. She’s not Audrey and has

her death, found a new identity,

me. “Whether she’s Audrey or this supposed heiress,

–

sleeve open. The fabric ripped

you’re not Audrey Sinclair?” Rebecca laughed triumphantly.

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Chapter 352

Just above my elbow was a distinctive burn

Blake’s POV

tear my eyes from that ugly red mark on her

at dinner three years ago!”

garbage clinging to it. “I told this nobody she should divorce

talked back! Said your marriage was between you two and none

a

if your

soup and dumped it on her. She dodged