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Chapter 14: Making Up Stories?

Audrey's POV

| felt Blake's burning gaze finally shift away, allowingto breathe little easier. The awkwardness of the

situation hitfull force at our last meeting at the LA gala, Ti tokl jantes about my supposedly perfect marriage,

about how much my husband loved me. What a joke that seemed now.

But seriously, how had James learned the truth? The question nagged at me, but there was no tto dwell on

it. Charles Wright had just blown my cover entirely.

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“Mrs. Paker, Mr. William Parker requests both you and your husband presence, Charles announced, his voice

carrying the quiet authority.

Now that the butler had revealed my identity, there was nothing left to hide. I could only sigh and move to

Charles's side.

“Audrey...” James's eyes widened almost comically, shock written across his features. “You...”

| turned back to him with what | hoped was a calm smile. “I'll explain later, James.” The words tasted bitter- how

many lies would i need to explain away?

“Let's go,” | said to Charles, proud that my voice didn’t shake.

Charles gavea gentle smile, then turned to Blake, gesturing forward with a practiced motion that spoke of

his decades of service. “Please, Mr. Parker.”

| watched as Blake gently released Laurel's hand, his touch so careful it made something in my chest ache. “I

need to see my grandfather first. We'll discuss your situation later.”

“But Blake...” Laurel's voice carried that practiced vulnerability that formed to work so well on him.

“Find Thalia or your mother,” he said, his voice gentle in a way it never was with me. “I'll cfind you

afterward.”

The moment Laurel's footsteps faded away, Blake turned sharply and followed Charles. | fell into step behind

them without another glance in his direction.

As we walked, Blake's voice clow and cold, meant only for my ears, “So this is how you describe our

marriage to your senior? Publicly having affairs, entangling with my ex who abandoned me...you’re quite good at

making up stories.”

A sneer escaped my mouth. “Making up stories? Which part isn’t true? | met his gaze squarely. “You're openly

courting Laurel while were still married. You didn’t even visit when | lost our child.” My voice remained steady,

but my nails dug into my palms. “Everything James said is true.”

1 felt it extremely ironic. Every tJames and | met, it had been in public. We'd never done anything more

intimate than a formal dance at social gatherings. Yet here was Blake, accusingof making up stories while

Lauralclung to him like she had no bones. her body pressed against his at every opportunity.

me, his lips curling with disdain. “Such strong reaction. Still claiming these aren't your fabrications?”

Blake's cold gaze swept on

over

I narrowed my eyes, studying him. In the past, his suspicion would have terrified me. | would have scrambled to

e to clear any misunderstanding. But now... what was the point?

in, desperate

in the

“Fine,” | said, my voice carrying a chill to match his own “Believe whatever you want. If it bothers you that much,

just sign papers and letgo.

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Taking a deep breath, | quicked my pace to catch up with Charles deliberately leaving Blake behind. To stealy my

nerves, | started chatting with Charles about William's health condition,

The private reception room hadn't changed since the last tI'd be here. Still the sdark wood and leather,

still the sphotographs chronicling Parker Group's rise to prominence lining the walls. William sat in his usual

chair, looking frailer than 1 remembered but with that ssharp intelligence in his eyes.

Olivia Cavendish lounged in one corner with her mother Elizabeth, both of them watchingwith barely

concealed disdain. Sthings never changed.

“Audrey!”

William's face lit up with genuine joy as he rose from his chair, striding towardwith an energy that belied his

age. “You're finally here!”

“William.” I smiled warmly, placing the gift in his hands. “Sorry for being late.”

“Late? Nonsense! The celebration hasn't even begun!” His eyes crinkled with affection as be took my hand,

leadingtoward his seat. “I'm just glad you're here, just glad you're here!”

Throughout this entire exchange, he hadn't spared a single glance for Blake, his own grandson. Blake, apparently

used to this treatment, followed us to the main seating area with practiced indifference, his face a careful mask

of neutrality.

“Look how Grandpa dotes on Audrey like she’s his own grandchild.” ivia’s sweet voice couldn't hide her obvious

spite. “But we all know Blake doesn’t care for her at all.”

I didn’t bother looking at her as she continued, “Now that Laurel's back, she'll be thrown out soon enough.”

“Olivia!” Elizabeth's false concern made my skin crawl. “Watch your words! Blake and Audrey are very happy!”

She turned towith a smile that never reached her eyes. “Audrey dear, please don’t mind Olivia's thoughtless

words. She's still

young.

Sarcastic retorts bubbled up in my throat, but | swallowed them back down. William was right there, and the last

thing | wanted was to upset him with any . His health had to cfirst, especially now,

“It's fine, Elizabeth. | continued preparing the tea with steady hands | won't take it personally.”

Suddenly, the sound of shattering china made us all jump. William had thrown his teacup against the wall, his

face dark with anger. “Is this what those expensive foreign schools taught you, Olivia?” His voice cut through the

sudden silence. “How to gossip and snipe at family members like scommon fishwile?”

Elizabeth's face paled. “Dad, she was

“She was just showing her true colors, William cut in. “Just like her mother”

Olivia shrank back in her seat, but couldn’t seem to help adding, “She forced her way into the family while Blake

was in a coma!”

“Enough!” Blake's voice cracked like a whip. “My marriage with Audrey is none of your business.”

The room fell silent, everyone stared at Blake, surprised by his intervention, including me. He never

acknowledge public, let alone defended it.

“Well,” William said slowly, “I thought you'd forgotten Audrey was your wife.”

“Of course | haven't forgotten. Blake’s response ctoo quickly, to practiced.

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“Havent you, though? William's voice carried the weight of years of disappointment. Then explain towhy my

grandson is parading another woman at his grandfather's birthday while his wife stands alone?”

“Tell me!”

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