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…”

vibrating with excitement. “The

“This is just the start. We’ve barely gotten our hands on

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

her voice. “He’s not doing well. Still unresponsive,

sighed theatrically. “If he stays like this, I might need to help him move on. Blake wouldn’t want to live as a

She leaned in, whispering, “So we’d get all

share,” Elizabeth smirked. “But you know exactly how capable

ever!”

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is still a funeral. Try looking sad, not like

Olivia quickly composed herself.

feed silently, his jaw tight. Michael stood next to

know you’re awake,

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

curled into a cold smile. “The worst thing you can do to someone is let them think they’ve won, then take everything

won’t fight Elizabeth at his funeral,” he said firmly.

eyes narrowed.

dangerous, powerful, commanding. The man who once

our eyes met. I looked away quickly, uncomfortable with

high-end decorations. They

what was happening, the place was already transformed. She started forward to protest but thought better of it and retreated with

the entrance. I helped Michael get Blake’s wheelchair to William’s casket. Blake stared through the glass at his

I’m

stayed there, pouring out everything he wished he could have told William regrets, promises, love. He spoke until his lips cracked

Blake spoke, I could picture William smiling.

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

“They’re getting suspicious and demanding to come

one last look at William. “Let’s

wheelchair handles and guided him

Blake’s POV