Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO novel Chapter 89

Laurel’s POV

That man carried Audrey away like she was some fragile princess. Jealousy crept through me. How could plain, ordinary Andreý altract sommous quit and i handsome?

But underneath that jealousy was satisfaction. Perfect! Being carried by another man right in front of Blake would surely damage his opinion of her

1 looked up at Blake with a concerned smile. ‘Miss Sinclair is popular…*

Blake said nothing, just watched them leave.

‘Isn’t that the same man who was with her yesterday? I kept my voice curious, not accusing. He said he was just taking care of Miss Sinclair, hot now if seems their relationship is quite… special.

When I turned back to see Blake’s reaction, the coldness in his eyes made me look away.

“Blake darling…” I started.

“Laurel. His voice was flat. “Did you do that deliberately?”

My heart raced. Had I miscalculated?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I adjusted my breathin

Cake darling, do you think I… deliberately raised my voice to embarrass Miss Sinclair?

I looked up at him, tears forming. “How could you think that of me? We’ve known each other for years. I just… got too emotional.

Blake’s POV

I studied Laurel’s teary eyes. She was a Hollywood star who should know better than to cause scenes in public. Yet she’d drawn a crowd, making Audrey their

target.

People had recorded everything on their phones. If those videos went online, it would be a PR nightmare. Despite Audrey’s insistence on divorce, she was still legally my wife. Any scandal involving her would affect Parker Group.

My gaze cooled as I looked at Laurel. This wasn’t the first time she’d been impulsive and emotional without thinking about consequences. Was it calculated, like Audrey had suggested? The thought made me uneasy.

Movement caught my eye. Audrey was walking toward us, each step careful but determined despite her injuries. The young man was behind her. For some reason, that pleased me.

Her face was composed, but there was a hardness in her eyes I rarely saw during our marriage.

“Too emotional?” she said. “Miss Rose, that excuse might only fool your ‘Blake darling.”

She stopped in front of us, looking down at Laurel in the wheelchair. “Miss Rose claims she raised her voice because she was too emotional. May I ask, why were you emotional?”

She met my eyes briefly. “Mr. Parker and I are still legally married. He has every right to carry me, or even share a bed with me. It’s certainly not your place to get emotional about it.”

Her directness caught me off guard: During our marriage, Audrey had always been careful with her words, especially around others.

“You’ve been publicly parading around with Blake every day lately,” she told Laurel. “Do you think that makes you the wife and me the mistress?”

I kept my face neutral, though her words hit home. It was true I had been appearing with Laurel at events, creating exactly the impression Audrey described. But that was different. I owed Laurel for saving my life, and her health needed my support.

“What right do you have to demand that my husband and I keep our distance?” Audrey’s voice dropped low. “What right do you have to get emotional sering

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