Audrey’s POV
“Mt. Parker and Miss Rose need engagement rings for their ceremony,” Michael said through the phone. The deadlines tight since they re getting enga next week. He wants you to refine the women’s ring from your collection and create a matching men’s ring in three days.
I sucked in a sharp breath, too stunned to respond immediately.
Blake Parker wanted me to design his and Laurel’s engagement rings? Was this some kind of sick joke?
Sure, we had a business arrangement for jewelry design, but I was his ex–wife, Having your former spouse design the rings for you and your new fame wes beyond inappropriate.
“Miss Sinclair?” Michael hesitated. ‘I think Mr. Parker has his reasons. His engagement will be highly publicized having your designs featured would be excellent promotion for your work.”
I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. So I should thank my considerate ex–husband for advertising my work at his engagement to another woman?”
I set my phone down and closed my eyes, trying to calm down. Then I picked up my phone and found Blake’s contact. Opening our message thread. memories crashed over me like waves.
This same thread where I’d once sent daily messages. Reminders about cutting back on coffee and cigarettes. Updates about dinner waiting at home. Videos of Snow doing something cute. Gentle requests for him to drink less at business dinners and come home early.
His responses had been minimal when they came at all. An occasional “ok” or “noted,”
Those days feel like another lifetime now, I thought. I could barely recognize that version of myself – the woman who had persistently sought Blake’s attention without reciprocation. How had I maintained that one–sided effort for three whole years?
I took a deep breath and typed: “Can someone else design your engagement rings?”
The message bounced back with a red exclamation mark: ‘Not Delivered.”
I tried again with the same result, then dialed his number directly. The call went straight to voicemail without ringing.
“You’ve reached Blake Parker’s voicemail…”
I hung up with a bitter smile.
Blake Parker, CEO of a major corporation, wouldn’t have his phone off or be missing calls. There was only one explanation for undelivered messages and calls going straight to voicemail.
He blocked my number.
It made sense. He’d announced his engagement to Laurel, so cutting contact with his ex–wife was logical. But I just felt this was utterly absurd. Since he was so afraid of being harassed by me, then why on earth didn’t he draw a clear and complete line? Why did he still ask me to design the engagement ring for him?
I sent Michael a voice message: “Tell Blake that since he doesn’t want to hear from me, we should keep our distance. I won’t design the rings. Find someone else.”
I tossed my phone on the bed and headed to the bathroom. Standing under the hot shower, I let the water w cold.
r me while my heart felt increasingly
Now I understood why Blake agreed to send Rachel’s photos last night but had Michael deliver them today. He’d already cut off all direct contact.
Good. That’s how it should be. I should have severed ties with him long ago.
Blake’s POV
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Chapter 227
Michael walked in with a file from Original Studio and placed it on my desk.
“The latest from George, sir,” he said. “Miss Sinclair made some revisions but hasn’t finished everything. The ring designs are complete though
I pulled out Audrey’s jewelry sketches and examined them carefully. The designs were stunning elegant yet distinctive, sophisticated with being flas Each piece had character.
I couldn’t help but marvel that these exquisite designs came from Audrey Sinclair. The same woman who had lived beside me for three years, managing mas home and repeating the same concerns daily.
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he is pretty dense
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how he ain’t figure it out yet
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