Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 442

Audrey’s POV

I gave Astrid a quick hug, feeling her tense up. “Don’t worry. He knows you lost your memory.”

“Henry’s not going to hold anything against you that you said while under someone else’s influence.”

Astrid bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her worried expression said everything.

‘Just breathe,’ I suggested.

She still looked like she wanted to vanish, so I patted her shoulder. ‘I’ll explain everything to your parents about Henry coming over. I’ll also tell them about your memory situation.”

I sighed. “Let’s hope they can wrap their heads around something this weird.”

Astrid nodded, perched anxiously on the edge of her bed.

Her face was so troubled that I offered her an out. “If you’re not ready to see him, just stay upstairs. I can handle the conversation downstairs.”

“You can listen from here, and if you want to say something, text me. I’ll be your voice.”

Hearing this, Astrid’s face softened. “Thanks, Audrey.”

“Mom and Dad were right. You really are the best friend I could ask for.”

My hand paused on the doorknob. I gave her a small smile. ‘I’m… not even close.”

I’ve never done for her what she’s done for me.

I’d just finished explaining everything to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson when an engine roared outside. Henry Hartford had arrived.

Mr. Wilson straightened his tie before opening the door. “Mr. Hartford?”

Henry handed him a gift box. “Good to meet you.”

I noticed Henry carried the gift himself instead of having an assistant do it – this visit was definitely unplanned.

Mr. Wilson passed the gift to a nearby maid. “Too kind of you.”

Mrs. Wilson took my arm as she approached. “Please come in and sit down.”

Henry nodded. “Thank you.”

Henry’s POV

Meeting Astrid’s parents for the first time, I studied them and their home carefully.

They seem quieter-than Astrid, but gentle and accepting. Makes sense they’d raise someone like her.

It makes me think about my own family. If my parents had been half this warm…

voice cut

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said, realizing

followed them inside. Despite the mansion’s luxurious exterior, the interior felt

tea Mrs. Wilson offered, I asked directly, “Where’s

she’s worried about things she might’ve said

doesn’t know how to face

can tell

a flash of red fabric peeking around the corner. My lips curved

Red. Always her color.

throat. “Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, Astrid’s memory loss is connected to

got hurt because

manage my modeling agency directly, so I’ve

has helped the business grow significantly. Our relationship became closer

thought someone would misinterpret that

Wilson frowned and cut me off. “We

“This isn’t your fault.”

our daughter. You never meant for anyone to get the

who went after her made their own assumptions. You didn’t tell them

“We don’t blame you.”

couldn’t hide my

their only daughter. They must be devastated. Most

accusing me. They’ve thought it through and pinned

I’ve never met people like

nothing I did pleased my mother. My

me more selfishness. I expected blame,

this all started with you, we hope you’ll take responsibility for

room fell silent. I looked directly at them both and stated firmly: “I will

anyone could speak, a loud thump came

toward the stairs. I raised an

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scrambled to cover.

Wilson called a maid. “Check if our cat is

confused. “Ma’am, when did we

room grew awkward. I

reddened. “I bought it

noise must mean it fell.

hesitated before understanding dawned. “Oh!

upstairs as I smiled. “Hope your cat’s

Audrey’s POV

cleared my throat. “Did you just say you’ll

away from the stairs. “Yes. That’s what taking

because of me. I’ll spend my life making

“We appreciate that, but

only requirement is