Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 44

Audrey's POV

Looking at the couple before me, | knew | should be feeling heartbroken, upset, or even furious right note-

But perhaps because | no longer held any expectations for Blake Parker, my heart had grown completely numb,

desold of any emotion.

Blake darling... After crying for a while, Laurel seemed to notice | had no intention of apologizing. She shifted in

Blake's arms, pretending to hem recovered somewhat, and buried herself deeper into his chest with practiced

vulnerability. ‘Don’t be too hard on Sisa Sinclair.

“Miss Sinclait,” she turned towith perfectly calculated distress in her voice. “I know you've always had

something against me

“Blake and 1. there's really nothing between us... As she spoke these words, she deliberately pressed herself

closer to Blake, her body language completely contradicting her statement.

A cold smile touched my lips. Miss Rose, you're clinging to my husband while we're still legally married, yet you

claim there's nothing between you?”

Her face turned pale instantly. She quickly released Blake, but tears had already started flowing down her

cheeks. ‘Miss Sinclair, please don’t think that way, Blake and I...

1 only see her as a sister,” Blake cut in, his voice hard and cold. ‘Stop making things so complicated.”

“Whatever is between you two,” | said, surprised by the steadiness in my voice, ‘I stopped caring long ago.” |

met his gaze directly. “Blake, just sign the papers, okay? That's the best thing you can do. See you at the court

tomorrow.”

| could see his jaw tightened - a tell I'd learned to recognize during our marriage. He was angry, but more than

that, he was caught off guard. Good.

“And don’t forget,” | added as | turned to leave, “the racetrack’s security footage will show exactly what

happened today. You might want to review it before demanding any more apologies.” | paused at the door. “Oh,

and the fifty million dollars from our bet - I'll expect that in my account before the divorce proceedings.”

| made it halfway down the corridor before the pain hit. My stomach cramped violently, forcingto lean

against the wall. Through the partially open door of the suite, | could hear Laurel's voice, perfectly pitched to

carry:

“Blake darling, how dare she speak to us that way!”

“Why would | deliberately crash into her? | have no reason!”

“She just couldn't afford to lose, deliberately slowing down to makecrash!”

“Blake darling, I'm so upset, my stomach hurts...”

The last complaint madewant to laugh, though the pain in my own stomach made that impossible. Here she

was, pretending to have stomach pains, while | was fighting my cancer.

| pushed myself off the wall, forcing my legs to carryback to my own room. A few minutes later, when |

returned to my room on the second floor, only Astrid remained.

‘Felix had to leave urgent family business,” she said, crossing the room to grasp my hand. Her eyes searched my

face. “Blake and that bitch, they didn’t give

you

too much trouble, did they?”

| shook my head slightly. “Blake just wantedto apologize to Laurel.”

“Apologize?!” Astrid’s eyes widened in disbelief/“When that woman deliberately tried to kill you? God, is Blake

completely blind?” She gripped my hand tighter. “The nerve of him, demanding you apologize!”

| closed the door quietly, trading my hospital gown for the clothes Astrid had brought. A faint smile touched my

lips. “Well, I've always been an easy ta

for him, haven't I?”

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Before she could say more, my phone rang - Dr. Evans.

My heart skipped. She usually only sent messages, knowing | wanted to keep my condition private. A call meant

urgency.

| gestured to Astrid and stepped into the stairwell, my hand trembling slightly as 1 answered. “Dr. Evans? What's

wrong?

“Miss Sinclan. Her voice carried an unmistakable strain. The gentleman who wants to buy your medication just

called. He needs the drises the his girlfriend immediately.”

She paused briefly. “He’s asking about the fifty million. And he wants to meet with you.”

My fingers turned white around the phone. They had only made their offer through Dr. Evans this afternoon.

Now, just hours later...

“There have been... complications,” Dr. Evans continued carefully. “His girlfriend apparently suffered some

severe emotional trauma...

Her voice carried both apology and helplessness. “The pressure from the hospital board is immense. | can’t hold

them off any longer.”

“I've been with your case from the start. If there was any other way...”

“I understand,” | said softly. | knew she was just following orders from above.

“The hospital's handling of this has been completely inappropriate,” she continued, guilt coloring her words. “For

someone of his wealth, fifty million might be nothing, but for you...”

“Dr. Evans, | gently interrupted her, “this patient... how severe is her condition?”

The silence stretched on the other end. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse: “Why are you asking

about that?”

| watched the darkening sky through the stairwell’s dusty window. “We're both cancer patients. We should be

helping each other.”

“Though my condition is progressing faster and more severe...” | took a slow breath. “If her situation is truly

critical, I'm willing to share one dose.”

“This medication requires all five doses for a complete course,” Dr. Evans reminded me, her voice gentle but

urgent. “Missing any would significantly reduce your chances of recovery.”

My lips curved slightly. “The odds were never great to begin with.”

‘I won't go to the hospital or meet them,” | said, my voice growing firmer. “Tell them I’m still working on their fifty

million. But if their situation is truly desperate, they can have one dose.”

“Just one condition,” | added. “They need to donate one million to the International Cancer Research

Foundation.”

After a long silence, Dr. Evans sighed deeply. “Alright.”

‘Audrey... you're a remarkable woman.”

“Thanks.” | ended the call and turned back toward my room.