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My eyes narrowed. I created a new account and sent another request: “Silentla, I still have things to say to you.”
After several minutes, she accepted.
Her message appeared: “I can tell you whatever Blake wants to know. But I don’t want to see you again.”
I replied with a simple: “Fine.”
Audrey’s POV
I put my phone down and stepped onto the balcony. Something about hearing “Silentia” again broke through my defenses.
The night air felt cool against my face as I closed my eyes. How ridiculous was this whole situation? The same man who once whispered “Silentia” to me was now planning his wedding to someone else. He’d even blocked my number and hired someone to spy on me.
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For the next two days, I devoted myself to the jewelry designs. My neighbor messaged daily asking about my progress. When I felt generous, I’d chat briefly.
When I finished, I texted Michael that I’d deliver them personally to Parker Group. I wanted to ensure nothing was lost about the intricate details.
The main lobby of Parker Group was as imposing as ever. I’d spent three years walking through these doors as Mrs. Parker, but today I entered as just another vendor.
Michael met me in the lobby. “These are exceptional, Miss Sinclair. Mr. Parker will be pleased.”
“I’m glad,” I said evenly. “Everything’s ready for production?”
“Yes. The jewelers are standing by.”
I forced a smile. “I won’t keep you then.”
As I headed for the exit, I saw them,
Laurel entered first, wearing an expensive gown. Behind her was Blake, weighed down with shopping bags, phone pressed to his ear.
I stepped back, hoping to avoid them. Let Laurel have her victory lap. I just wanted to leave quietly.
But Laurel spotted me. Her expression immediately soured as she changed course, heading right for me.
“Audrey Sinclair? What are you doing here?”
“Business,” I said simply.
Laurel smirked. “Is it because Blake blocked you and won’t see you? Couldn’t stay away, so you had to come to his office?”
“With that imagination, you should be writing screenplays instead of acting.” I stepped around her, “You love treating trash like treasure. Not everyone shares your taste.”
As I passed, Laurel grabbed my wrist. “What do you mean? Who are you calling trash?*
The sound echoed through the lobby. In an instant, all eyes were on me.
I sighed internally. This was such an obvious trap, but what could I do? Around us, people began to whisper, their eyes full of judgment. Of.
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course they would side with her. This was Parker Group, and I was the ex–wife who had dared to walk away from their golden boy.
I looked at her hand, then back to her face. ‘Let go.”
“Not until you explain yourself,” she insisted, tightening her grip.
Without bothering to argue, I yanked my arm free. Laurel’s eyes widened momentarily before she twisted her body, falling dramatically to the ground with a loud thud.
“Miss Rose fell!” someone shouted from the crowd.
I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t used any real force when I pulled away.
My gaze drifted to the entrance where Blake had been standing. He was
already
moving
toward us.
Of course. This was all theater for his benefit.
I turned to leave, giving Blake a wide berth.
“Audrey.”
I stopped but didn’t turn fully, just gave him a sideways glance.
Blake loosened his tie. “About my grandfather. He’s been asking for you.”
The request caught me off guard. Then I remembered I’d promised to help convince William to attend the engagement ceremony.
I nodded once. “I’ll stop by today.”
My eyes flicked to Laurel, who was now surrounded by concerned employees helping her up. “Your fiancée needs you.”
Without waiting for his response, I walked out of Parker Group.
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