Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Audrey’s POV

Elaine Sinclair locked eyes with me the moment we entered the St. Regis lobby. Recognition flashed across her face, quickly replaced by outraged grief so perfectly timed it seemed rehearsed.

She jumped to her feet. “You!”

Before I could react, she charged toward me, hand raised to strike. I caught her wrist mid-swing, my grip firm but not cruel.

“You ungrateful child!” she shrieked, struggling against my hold.

“Mrs. Sinclair, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” I released her with a slight push that sent her stumbling back into Richard’s waiting arms.

“We mourned you for months!” Elaine cried, tears suddenly streaming down her face. “Your father and I thought you were dead!”

‘I’m not your daughter.”

She continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Was being a Sinclair not good enough? Did you fake your death just to become someone else and marry Blake Parker?”

“Mrs. Sinclair, you’re attacking a complete stranger,” I said flatly. “Our first-ever interaction and you try to slap me?”

Richard stepped forward, face flushed. “Not our daughter? You have the nerve to say that to our faces?”

Without warning, he pulled a folder from his briefcase and threw it at me. Papers scattered in the air between us.

“These are your medical records from Mayo Clinic!” Richard jabbed his finger at the papers. “Ten months ago, you claimed terminal cancer, but these show just a minor stomach ulcer!”

“You broke our hearts for nothing,” Richard continued, voice cracking with theatrical emotion. “We couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks while you lived it up in Australia! What kind of person does that?”

Adrian calmly gathered the documents, then straightened beside me, documents neatly organized in his hands.

“These do appear to be Mayo Clinic records,” he said, examining them before handing them to me. “Complete with official seal.”

I scanned the pages quickly. They described treatment for a simple ulcer – not terminal cancer – spanning two years. The strategy was clear; paint me as a manipulative liar who faked illness to escape her old life.

The forgery had to be Rachel’s work. She was the only one with access to my medical history and hospital systems,

Adrian took the papers back. “Even if these records are authentic, they only prove someone named Audrey Sinclair had a stomach ulcer. What does that have to do with my wife?”

“Though I have serious doubts about their authenticity.”

“You’re questioning official records?” Thalia’s voice cut through as she entered, pulling Rachel behind her. She stormed over and snatched the papers from Adrian. “How dare you!”

I watched Rachel carefully. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, discomfort evident in every line of her body.

“You clearly know nothing about New York,” Thalia continued. “Mayo Clinic is our premier hospital specializing in cancer and difficult cases. Their seal is on these records how could they be fake?”

I’m indeed unfamiliar with this Mayo Clinic,” Adrian replied. “But would you mind repeating what they specialize in?”

Thalia rolled her eyes. “Listen up. Mayo Clinic is New York’s best hospital. They specialize in cancer treatment and difficult cases. They’re top-tier. Are you questioning their authority?”

“Interesting, Adrian mused, taking the papers back. “If they focus on cancer and difficult cases, why would they treat a simple stomach ulcer for two years?”

He pointed to the date. “According to this, Audrey Sinclair first visited for this ulcer two years ago.”

“Why would a world-class cancer center spend two years on a minor condition?” Adrian asked. “And if they’re so excellent, why couldn’t they resolve a simple ulcer in that time?”

The gathered reporters started whispering: “Mayo Clinic doesn’t admit ulcer patients – they refer them to general practitioners.”

“Unless someone with influence requested special treatment or altered records.”

“Miss Hayes is engaged to Blake Parker and her grandmother’s family backs Mayo Clinic.”

“Hospital staff would do anything she asked.”

Rachel’s face cycled through shock, guilt, and panic.

“That’s enough,” Elizabeth Parker cut in smoothly. “There appears to be some confusion with Mayo Clinic’s record-keeping. A clerical error, perhaps.”

She turned to Rachel with practiced grace. “Dear, as a stakeholder, you should investigate this unfortunate mistake. We wouldn’t want the hospital’s reputation damaged by administrative oversight.”

Rachel seized the opportunity. “I’ll look into this personally. If there’s been a mistake, I’ll make sure it’s corrected.”

She bowed to Richard and Elaine. “I apologize for any misunderstanding.”

“Now that we’ve addressed the hospital records,” Victoria interrupted, “let’s move to something more definitive.”

At Thalia’s subtle nod, Victoria strode toward me, another document in hand.

“Audrey,” she said with false sweetness, “you may dismiss those records, but this DNA test won’t be so easy to ignore.”

She thrust the paper against my chest. “This test was done today at a certified lab. Father, Mother, and I all provided samples.”

Behind her, a projector displayed an enlarged copy showing “DNA KINSHIP ANALYSIS” in bold letters, followed by technical terms and percentages.

“Look closely,” Victoria demanded. “The probability of parent-child relationship between you and our parents is 99.99%. Undeniable proof that you are Audrey Sinclair!”

Her voice rose triumphantly. “What do you have to say now? Will you still deny your own family?”

Chapter 372

As Victoria finished speaking, Elaine broke away from Richard and rushed toward me, tears flowing perfectly down her cheeks.

“Audrey, why can’t you just admit who you are? You faked cancer, disappeared for months, broke our hearts, and now you won’t even acknowledge us?”

She pressed a tissue to her eyes, angling her face toward the nearest camera. “How could you do this to us?’

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