Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Blake’s POV

‘I don’t just want Astrid to know about Snow,” I said, watching the landscape blur past the car window. “I want her and Ethan to meet this Mrs. Knox in person.”

If that woman truly was Audrey, she might fool me or Rachel, but her closest friends? No chance. Astrid and Ethan would recognize her instantly.

Rachel handed back my phone with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll contact Thalia when we get back.”

She hesitated before continuing. “Look, I get you want to make things right with Audrey. But if this doesn’t pan out… you need to stop.

“This woman has a family, Blake. We can’t keep disrupting their lives on a hunch.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Family? You call that a family? They don’t even sleep in the same room.”

“What kind of husband doesn’t know his wife’s basic habits? Their whole setup is off.”

“Legally, they’re married,” Rachel countered, leaning forward. “Blake, promise me something. If Astrid and Ethan meet her and confirm she’s not Audrey… you’ll back off.”

Her voice hardened. “Promise me that, and I’ll help. Otherwise, I’ll do everything I can to stop you.”

I stared at her. “Are you threatening me?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you ever considered Audrey a friend,” I said. “She did everything for you. When she was dying, she still found a way to get you away from the Rose family.”

I clenched my fist. “If she meant anything to you, you’d want her back just as much as I do.”

Rachel let out a short, pained laugh. “Blake, Audrey is dead. No amount of wishful thinking changes that.”

Her voice shook slightly. “Do you think I don’t wish she were alive? That I wouldn’t give anything to have my friend back?”

“Look at the evidence. Evelyn’s records are all there – childhood photos, school records, marriage certificate. She even has a child with Adrian!”

I couldn’t deny the facts. Evelyn Knox had a documented life in Australia that never overlapped with Audrey’s American upbringing.

But something in me still refused to accept it. Two women with identical faces? That couldn’t be coincidence.

Rachel wiped away a tear. “Audrey was my best friend. Of course I’d be overjoyed if she were alive.”

She took a shaky breath. “But she’s gone, Blake. And she wouldn’t want you harassing some stranger just because they look alike.”

I stayed quiet for a long time, watching the road ahead. Finally, I had to ask, “You really don’t think she’s Audrey?”

“No,” Rachel said. ‘I don’t.”

She straightened in her seat. “Astrid handled her cremation. If Audrey were somehow alive, Astrid would know.”

“Think about it. Would Astrid have spent months grieving if Audrey were still out there somewhere?”

Her words sank in, heavy and cold. After a long moment, I nodded.

*Fine. I promise.” My voice sounded distant to my own ears. “If Astrid confirms she’s not Audrey, I’ll drop it.”

Rachel’s POV

“I hope you’ll keep that promise,” I said, watching the hotel come into view.

As the car stopped, I gave Blake one last look before getting out. My feelings were a mess – relief that he’d agreed, worry that he might not follow through, and that persistent, painful hope that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone. Finally, I found Thalia’s number and hit dial.

“Rachel.” Thalia’s voice came through immediately.

“Is the cat taken care of?” she asked.

My hand tightened around the phone. “Yes. I found someone to take her.”

“Good,” she replied, sounding pleased.

Thalia’s POV

I shifted in the makeup chair, careful not to disturb the artist applying my false eyelashes.

“My brother’s been carrying that cat everywhere,” I said. “It’s disgusting.”

Every time I saw that white furball, I couldn’t help but think of Audrey Sinclair. And thinking of her always led back to that boarding school Blake sent us to.

My fingers dug into the armrest. That place wasn’t a school – it was prison.

The teachers forced us to stand in freezing rain for hours. They made us run laps at 3 AM. They called us worthless, pathetic, spoiled.

And they hit us. Actually hit us.

How were Olivia and I supposed to handle that? We called our mothers daily, begging them to convince Blake to let us come home.

I can still hear his cold response: “I sent them there because of their status. Prison wouldn’t give them what they deserve.”

“Everything those teachers are doing has my approval.”

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