Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283

“You cheated during your marriage! And in all those years, there wasn’t a minute when she wasn’t hurt by you. Even after divorcing, you made her design your engagement rings. You kept finding ways to hurt her.”

I closed my eyes.

“You drained everything from her, took her life, and now you’re here crying – what good does that do?”

Astrid stood, delivering her final blow. “Blake Parker, if you really regret it, just die and join her!”

She left me alone with the weight of everything I’d destroyed.

That night, I finally left the cemetery.

Audrey’s POV

Morning sunlight filtered through my eyelids and made me squint. I instinctively moved my finger.

Why am I still conscious?

The last thing I remembered was holding my jewelry design and Snow, smiling as everything faded away.

“Look! Look!” A child’s voice cut through my confusion. “She moved!”

I tried opening my eyes, but couldn’t.

Tiny footsteps pattered across the floor. “Come quickly! She is waking up!”

Several sets of footsteps hurried into the room. Someone checked the machines connected to my body.

“Doctor, how is she?” a woman asked.

“Very good,” a man replied. “Her body has finally stopped rejecting the treatment. She should wake up today.”

“That’s wonderful!” the woman exclaimed.

“Emma, she is about to wake up. Are you happy?”

“Happy!”

I searched my memory but couldn’t place these voices. They weren’t Astrid, James, or anyone I knew.

“Adrian, I’ll take Emma to préschool. I’m counting on you here,” the woman said.

“Alright,” a man replied.

The door closed, leaving silence.

“Don’t overthink it,” the man – Adrian – finally said. “You didn’t die. We brought you to Australia.”

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Australia? How?

“Now try to open your eyes,” he instructed. “You should be able to now.”

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I forced my eyes open. The brightness stung at first, then shapes started coming into focus.

White walls. Beeping machines. Sunlight through half-drawn blinds.

The man was sprawled in a recliner next to my bed. Blue eyes, expensive clothes, bored expression. Handsome in that rich-guy way, but with something cold in his stare that made me want to look away.

He straightened when he saw me watching him. “Finally awake, huh?”

My throat felt like sandpaper. I tried to speak but only managed a croak.

“Water?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just poured from a pitcher and held it to my lips. “Drink.”

I took a few sips, wincing at the effort. “Who are you?”

“Adrian Knox.” He set the glass down with a clink. “My team brought you here from New York seven months ago.”

“Seven months? The words didn’t make sense at first.

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