Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Don’t You Love Me Anymore?

Audrey’s Pov

His hands were rough, demanding, tearing at my clothes with a violonce I’d never

from him before. The expensive silk of my dress ripped beneath his fingers. In that moment, as his grip moved ower, something inside me finally shattered.

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Blake Parker!” The scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate. tave you forgotten I just miscarried ten days ago!?

My voice echoed in the soundproofed VIP lounge of The Underground, bouncing off the floor–to–ceiling windows. The city lights blurred through my tears.

f you want me dead, just kill me directly,” 1 choked out. “Don’t humiliate me like t

“If you

me

For three years of marriage, I’d believed that even if Blake didn’t love me, he was at least a decent husband. Cold, perhaps. Distant, certainly. But never cruel. Never this… monster who would try to forge himself on me just days after I lost our child.

The irony was bitter- he thought I was trying to seduce him, when all I wanted was to walk away with whatever dignity I had left.

His hands froze. In the Him lighting, I could see the moment awareness crept back into his eyes, replacing the dark possessiveness that had scared me more than I wanted to admit. He stepped back as if burned, his breath coming in harsh pants.

“I apologize.” His voice w

voice was rough, controlled again but barely.

I pushed myself up from where he’d pinned me against the wall, my legs shaking. My fingers found the torn strap of my dress, trying to hold the fabric together. Each breath sent sharp pains through my abdomen a reminder of everything I’d lost.

“Don’t apologize.” My voice came out steadier than I expected. “Just sign the divorce papers.”

The city sprawled beneath us, a sea of lights that seemed to mock the darkness in this room. How many times had we stood in places like this him the powerful CEO, me his secret wife? How many times had I convinced myself that his indifference was better than nothing?

“I’m not trying to get your attention, I continued, meeting his gaze directly. “And I’m not competing with Miss Rose.”

His expression changed at the mention of Laurel. Of course it did. It always had, even before she came back from Europe.

of your coma, and married you. That was selfish of me. Now

You were right before. The words tasted like ash. “I took advantage of your coma, that Laurel’s back, I’m setting you free. And myself too.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “When I wanted a divorce before, you refused no matter what. What changed?”

I’m dying. The words pressed against my teeth, but I swallowed them back. He didn’t need to know. Not now. Not ever.

“I refused because I loved you…”

“And now?” His voice dropped, dangerous again. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“That’s not important.” I was surprisingly calm. “What matters is I want a divorce now.”

He reached into his pocket – probably for the cigarettes he always carried but rarely smoked. His hand stilled halfway. Another thing he was trying to quit, another habit he was trying to control.

Remember what’s in three days? The sudden change of topic almost made me stumble.

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Chapter 11: Don’t You Love Me Anymore?

I searched my memory, pushing past the fog of pain and medication Your Grandfather’s birthday?

her newfound freedom. He id ironically. Grandfather even had Swiss chocolates sent over “I thought Mrs. Parker had forgotten in for you today. He specifically requested your presence at his birthday gala. Yet here you are, doing everything to escape the Parker

family.”

Ill be there for William’s birthday.” I pulled out my phone, adding to my calendar with hands that only shook slightly. Three months left to live – 1 had to make every moment count.

“Miss, are you okay?” Ethan stepped into the room. “He didn’t hurt you?”

Blake’s face darkened. “Mrs. Parker. Since you know you just miscarried, you should be resting at home, not getting intimate with dancers in places like this. That’s disgraceful… and harmful.”

s narrowed. For moment, I thought he might actually I watched Blake’s hands clench into fists, saw his eyes turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows.

“That’s enough,” I said gently. “Thank you for standing up for me. But you don’t even know my name – there’s no need to make him

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