Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 370

Audrey’s POV

I stared at Rachel, searching for any trace of the friend I once knew. Nothing. The woman standing before me was a stranger wearing my friend’s face.

*If I remember correctly,” I said, my voice tight, “you and Audrey Sinclair were pretty close.”

*Since you went through the trouble of stealing my DNA and now believe I’m Audrey. Why aren’t you happy about finding your supposedly dead friend?”

Rachel swallowed hard. “I’m just angry you’d fake your death and disappear without telling anyone.”

Her voice lacked conviction. Five years ago, this woman taught me everything about surviving in high society. Now she couldn’t even lie convincingly.

“Audrey Sinclair.”

Thalia stepped around Rachel, positioning herself between us. She shot Rachel a dismissive glance before turning her full attention

to me.

coma, but you faked your death and bailed

voice to a theatrical whisper. “You want to steal her fiancé

was Audrey, what difference

“Evelyn.”

hand found mine, squeezing gently. The small gesture steadied

asked a question. I don’t understand why everyone’s so worked up. I’ve already told you,

eyes found Rachel’s. “Your reaction makes me wonder about

Audrey as a rival?” I asked. “Or because you know I’m not her, and you’re just

down, saying nothing. The reporters pressed

go,” Adrian said, tugging my hand. “The Sinclair confrontation will settle this. No

walked toward the hotel entrance, I glanced back. Blake sat in his wheelchair, watching us leave. Our eyes met briefly. His gaze held none of the stubborn determination from before – just longing and something like

1 quickly looked away.

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