Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 107

Audrey’s POV

Seeing Blake’s lips curved with that familiar hint of mockery, eyes watching me like I was some puzzle he enjoyed not

solving

I frowned and turned away, fixing my eyes on the elevator numbers instead of his face.

“If you don’t want to say it, forget it. Next time, don’t make excuses about needing to talk.”

The elevator went quiet. From the corner of my eye, I caught Blake’s eyes narrowing. His presence filled the small space

until I could barely breathe.

I focused on the floor numbers. Fourteen… fifteen… sixteen. My nails dug into my palms. Despite everything, his proximity still affected me.

When the doors opened, I stepped out first, eager to escape.

“Audrey Sinclair.”

I stopped but didn’t turn. “What?”

Silence stretched behind me. I could feel him studying my back. The antiseptic smell mixed with the scent of breakfast I’d bought for William and Felix.

I started walking when he finally spoke, his voice oddly quiet.

“Michael will bring the divorce agreement this afternoon. If there’s no problem, sign it, and we’ll go to court tomorrow.”

I paused. After trying for so long, the divorce was finally happening. And now, for Laurel’s sake, Blake – who’d been furious when I missed our previous appointment – was pushing for it.

Even in divorce, he acted for another woman. What had I ever seen in him?

“Fine. I won’t miss it.”

I continued toward William’s room. The food felt heavier than it should have.

“One more thing.”

I stopped again.

“In three days at the Four Seasons Hotel, there will be a… ceremony.”

I frowned at his hesitation.

“You know what ceremony it is, don’t you?”

I turned around. Three days, Four Seasons Hotel… exactly what Thalia and Olivia had mentioned – the venue Blake had booked to propose to Laurel. And he was asking if I knew?

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Chapter 107

I know, I said coldly. “What about it?”

Blake relaxed slightly. “Even though we’re getting divorced, I hope you’ll attend. His tone was oddly formal. Make sure you’re on time.”

His eyes swept over my simple blouse and slacks. “Wear something nice.

I stared at him. Was he crazy? He was planning to propose to Laurel and wanted his soon–to–be ex–wife there in formal attire?

What was going through his head? Did he think we’d be friends after divorce, or was this just another way to humiliate

me?

Blake shifted under my stare. He frowned, walked past me, and headed toward William’s room.

I watched him, my emotions a mess. The man I once thought hung the moon was a stranger now. Yet the familiar set of his shoulders still sent a pang through my chest.

Focus, Audrey. This doesn’t matter. I shook my head and followed.

As we approached William’s room, his voice drifted into the hallway Blake slowed, and I instinctively did the same.

“After those two divorce, they’ll go separate ways,” William was saying. “Felix, I can see you have feelings for Audrey. Your situation isn’t bad – if you pursue her, you might have a decent chance.”

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