Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 445

Audrey’s POV

“I’ll pass, I told the driver after settling in the backseat.

Astrid’s disappointment was immediate. “You’re not coming?”

“If Henry wasn’t planning to propose, maybe I’d join you. But I’d just be a third wheel,” I explained. “Plus, I promised William I’d stay with Blake until he recovers. He’s just woken up, and someone needs to handle the funeral.

‘But – ”

“It’s funny,” I smiled, “Before you lost your memory, you’d have jumped at alone time with Henry. Now you’re hesitating?”

I softened my tone. “You’ve only forgotten your feelings, not lost them. Trust me, you were crazy about him. Just give it a chance – it might even help bring back your real memories.”

She sighed. “Fine. Should I call this Arden guy now?”

‘Something feels off about him. Talk to Henry first let him check Arden out before making contact.”

‘Got it.”

–

I hung up and watched the city lights pass by. My mind was already filling with my real priorities.

In just three days since William’s death, Elizabeth had positioned herself as the Parker family’s new queen bee. She was everywhere in New York high society, making sure everyone knew who was in charge now.

The gossip was brutal: Parker dynasty crumbling, Blake in a coma, Rebecca having a breakdown, and only Elizabeth’s family and “worthless” Thalia left standing. Thalia herself seemed broken, meekly following Elizabeth’s lead without resistance.

Parker Group was rapidly falling under Elizabeth’s control, and Olivia – once just Thalia’s follower had transformed overnight into New York’s golden girl.

I sat in an unmarked van across from the funeral home, watching the surveillance feed with Blake. Olivia and Elizabeth were talking in what they thought was a private room.

“Mom, this is amazing!” Olivia clutched Elizabeth’s hands. “You always said pretending to like Thalia would pay off someday. I didn’t believe you! I even hated you when Blake sent me to that awful school. But now…”

diamond ring, practically vibrating with excitement. “The

“This is just the

turned calculating. “After the funeral, we’ll check on Blake, see if he’s waking up

well. Still unresponsive, even after

he stays like this, I might need to help him move on. Blake wouldn’t want

“So we’d get all

her share,” Elizabeth smirked. “But you know

ever!” Olivia nodded

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her cheek. “This is still a funeral. Try looking sad, not like you just won

Olivia quickly composed herself.

silently, his jaw tight. Michael

know you’re awake, Michael said. “They might’ve tried something

Blake’s face the hurt behind his calm exterior. “What’s your

can do to someone is let them think they’ve won, then take everything away piece

funeral,” he said firmly. She can throw him a cheap sendoff if she wants. I’ll

eyes narrowed. “But after

dangerous, powerful, commanding. The man who once made me feel

met.

the funeral, Henry arrived with an army of workers carrying high-end decorations. They efficiently transformed the venue, replacing Elizabeth’s cheap arrangements with ones

the place was already transformed. She started forward to protest but thought better of it and

our van pulled up to the entrance. I helped Michael get Blake’s wheelchair to William’s

I’m sorry I’m late,’

out everything he wished he could have told William

stood nearby, listening silently. With each word Blake spoke, I could

kindest person in our harsh world. Now Blake had lost his last real family member, and I’d lost my most

approached. “They’re getting suspicious and demanding

one last look at

grabbed his wheelchair handles and guided him toward the back

Blake’s POV