Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 1: What Is Left To Hold Onto?

Audrey's POV

The white walls of Mayo Clinic seemed colder than usual today. Or maybe it was just me, sitting in Dr. Evans’

office, staring at my phone screen while waiting for her to return with the test results. The headline on Page Six

glared back at me: “Hollywood Starlet Laurel Rose Makes Surprise Return, Greeted by NYC's Most Eligible

Bachelor.”

Most eligible bachelor. | almost laughed at that. The media had no idea Blake Parker, New York's golden boy and

CEO of Parker Group, had been married for the past three years. To me, of all people. The photos showed him at

JFK, welcoming her with that smile | used to know so well. When was the last the smiled atlike that?

Three months. That was all | had left, according to Dr. Evans. Now this. | swiped past another photo of them

together, looking every bit like the perfect couple everyone claimed they were.

“Mrs. Parker?” Dr. Evans’ voice pulledfrom my thoughts. She never used my married nunless we were

alone. To the rest of the world, | was still Audrey Sinclair, the country girl who'd been switched at birth and found

her way back to the Sinclair fortune at eighteen. The secret wife wasn’t part of my public story.

| looked up, but | already knew what she was going to say. The gentleness in her eyes said it all.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. We couldn't save the baby.”

My hand instinctively went to my stomach. “So... it’s really gone?”

“Due to your cancer, your body is too weak right now.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “We need to

end the pregnancy. The sooner, the better.”

| nodded, surprising myself with how calm | felt. Maybe after five years of loving Blake Parker, after three years

of a marriage that existed only on paper, after learning | only had a few months left... maybe I had finally run out

of tears.

“Can we do it today?”

Dr. Evans blinked, startled by my request. “Yes, but...”

“No painkillers,” | cut her off. “I want to feel everything.”

“Audrey, you don’t have to do this. The pain...”

“Please.” | met her concerned gaze. “I need this.”

The hospital corridors buzzed with whispers as | made my way to the surgical wing. Two nurses huddled by the

water cooler, their voices carrying despite their attempts at discretion.

“Did you see Laurel Rose? Three years in Europe, and the moment she’s back, Blake Parker himself picks her up

at JFK.”

“Well, they were college sweethearts. He waited three years while she was building her career in Europe. If that's

not true love, | don’t know what is.”

If that’s true love, | thought, then what do you call spending three years caring for someone in a coma? What do

you call loving someone who's never loved you back?

But | knew what they'd call it: pathetic. The sthing Blake's mother calledwhen | refused to leave his

side after the accident. The sthing his sister whispered when | spent nights sleeping in a hospital chair.

The operating room was ready. Dr. Evans made one last attempt to change my mind about the painkillers, but |

remained firm. As | lay back on the cold table, | thought about the phone calls I'd made this morning. Five

attempts to reach Blake. Five calls that went straight to voicemail. Five chances for him to answer, to be here, to

provewrong about us.

“Audrey Sinclair! How dare you make this decision without consulting me?”

Blake's voice filled the recovery room thirty minutes after the procedure. He stood in the doorway, looking

impeccable as always, his face twisted with anger. Even furious, he was beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

“| tried calling you.” My voice cout steadier than | expected.

“Bullshit. There are no missed calls from you.”

“Check your call history.”

He pulled out his phone, swiping through it with exaggerated deliberation before letting out a cold laugh.

“Nothing. You're quite the liar, aren't you, Audrey?”

Of course not, | thought. Laurel would have made sure of that.

“Looks like losing this baby was the right choice after all,” | said instead, watching his face darken with rage.

He stepped closer, his presence filling the room like it always did. “You had no right...”

“Oh... my head...”

The soft moan from the doorway cut through our confrontation like a knife. Laurel Rose stood there, one hand

pressed to her forehead, the other gripping the doorframe. Her white dress and pale complexion made her look

fragile and delicate.

“Blake, darling, | feel dizzy...”

| watched as Blake's entire demeanor changed. The fury in his eyes melted into concern as he turned away from

me, rushing to catch Laurel as she swayed tically.

“What's wrong? Should | call a doctor?”

She shook her head weakly, clinging to his arm. “I just... the stress of travel maybe...”

And just like that, | becinvisible. | watched as Blake supported Laurel's waist, his touch gentle in a way it

had never been with me. | watched as he guided her carefully toward the door, all thoughts of our argument

forgotten.

Through the window of my VIP room, | could see them moving down the corridor. His arm around her waist. Her

head on his shoulder. The perfect couple, according to Page Six and everyone else.

As their figures disappeared around the corner, | placed a hand over my empty womb, knowing this was my cue

to exit gracefully.

After all, what was left to hold onto?

| pulled out my phone, staring at the outgoing calls list one last time. Five failed attempts to reach Blake. Even if

he knew the truth about these calls now, it would be just the same.

The nurse handeda paper bag of medications at the checkout counter. | didn’t bother looking inside.

The Lunar mansion felt emptier than usual when | got home. | made it halfway to the bedroom before the first

wave of pain hit. Sharp, twisting agony in my stomach that madedouble over. Somehow | managed to

stumble to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the metallic taste filled my mouth.

The white porcelain turned red, and my head grew increasingly heavy - | lost consciousness.