Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell was always so doting. He never frowned at her before.
But in recent times, he became suspicious of her and even questioned her. It was all Audrey’s fault!
That bitch deserved to die!
Cecilia was on the brink of losing her temper, but when she remembered Jocelyn’s advice, she took in a deep breath.
With tearful eyes, she opened WhatsApp and held out her phone to him.
She uttered, “Are you suspecting me? If you don’t believe me, check it yourself!”
It was a chat history of her asking her aunt’s opinion about the ring a few days ago.
Cornell’s face softened a little. He sighed.
“Fine!”
“Cornell, it’s still me, Cecilia. How could you think of me like that?
Your divorce is getting finalized tomorrow. Why would I feel the need to do such a thing?” Cecilia said and began to cry sadly.
“Stop crying, will you? Remember that the doctor said emotional stress is bad for your health?” Cornell cautioned her.
“But I can’t help it! You are hurting me, Cornell. You and I go way back, yet you still don’t trust me. What’s the point of me getting better? I’d rather die…”
Cecilia cried so hard that her body shook violently and she could barely breathe properly.
“Come on, stop talking about death! I’ll make sure you get better.”
Cornell squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.
“Cornell, can we get married tomorrow?” Cecilia looked up with her teary eyes filled with expectation.
Yet, Cornell’s eyes darkened. He didn’t respond to her proposal.
Shamelessly, Cecilia acted pitiful again.
“Well, I never expected to marry you in this life. It’s fine though. I can die a happy woman now.”
“This again? I thought I just told you to stop talking about death!”
Exasperated, Cornell handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. He then said, “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
He asked Matteo to look after Cecilia. Then, he went to the parking lot to drive out the car.
For some reason, Cornell didn’t want to be left alone with Cecilia.
Her crying didn’t even make him sad or sympathetic. He just found it very annoying.
Cecilia’s crying ceased and she collapsed back in the wheelchair after Cornell left.
Jocelyn was right. Cornell wasn’t a man to be fooled easily.
Fortunately, she had prepared a fake chat.
Thinking of all that happened after her return, Cecilia began to panic again.
It appeared Cornell changed once the divorce was brought up.
He became irritable, uneasy, and impatient with her.
Did he not want to divorce Audrey? Had he fallen in love with her?
Cecilia’s face turned as white as a ghost. She kicked the sofa next to her.
A shopping bag fell and got stuck near the wheelchair.
Her eyes zeroed in on it. This shopping bag was the same one Audrey had clutched tightly just now. She must have forgotten it.
Wait a minute! The brand name was familiar!
Cecilia tilted her head. Soon, she remembered the brand was for a maternal and infant store!
Matteo, who was on the phone, had his back to Cecilia. She quietly picked up the shopping bag and looked inside.
Her face fell instantly.
After a moment of shock, she dumped the bag in the trash can hurriedly.
Baby clothes!
Was Audrey pregnant?
How… How did that happen? Where… When…
Cecilia’s mind was in a muddle. She held her head and tried to think straight. Judging by Cornell’s words a while back, he wasn’t aware of Audrey’s pregnancy.
Getting rid of Audrey’s baby should be easy.
A menacing expression appeared on Cecilia’s face. Her eyes glistened with evil.
Cecilia knew Audrey was standing in the way of her rekindling passion with Cornell from the first day. Anyway, she would deal with Audrey slowly once their divorce was finalized!
At seven o’clock the next morning, Audrey got up and was ready to go to the court for the divorce.
Her appointment was for half past nine. It was still early, so she decided to take a bus there.
The episode at the shopping mall had spoiled Audrey’s mood and didn’t want to dine out with Nicole. When she got back home, she realized the baby’s clothes she brought were missing.
She called the shopping mall, but they couldn’t find them either.
Perhaps someone else had picked up the bag.
Once the bus arrived at her stop, she texted Cornell, telling him she had arrived.
It dawned on her that the last time she texted him was before Cecilia’s return.
The text read, “Honey, when will you be back home?”
It was from the day she Learned about her pregnancy. At first, she wanted to break the news to him via text, but she thought it would be better to do it in person.
Things didn’t go as planned. A lot had changed since then.
Most of the messages in the chat were from her. Cornell rarely replied, but when he did, he replied briefly.
She didn’t think so much about this before. But going through the chat history now, it appeared Cornell had always shown his lack of love for her.
Sadness crept into her heart again. She quickly cleared the chat, deciding not to dwell on that ugly past anymore.
As she walked toward the bureau, she heard someone shout, “Thief!”
A figure in all-black clothes appeared out of nowhere and pushed Audrey aside. He was clutching a red purse and running away like the devil was on his tail.
Fortunately, Audrey supported her weight with one knee before her body could hit the hard ground.
A woman in a red dress ran after the thief. Suddenly, she tripped and fell, spraining her ankle.
She looked at the passers-by with a painful expression and pleaded, “Help… Somebody help me, please. Some important drugs are in that bag. My sick husband needs them ASAP.”
Although there were a few passersby, no one offered to help despite her cry. They just looked on as if they were watching a live drama.
Seeing this, Audrey shot to her feet. She gave the thief a hot chase while shouting, “Hey, you! Stop right there! Someone stop him! He’s a thief!”
Her shout drew the attention of the passers-by in front. The thief looked back at her and increased his speed.
Audrey did the same. In a matter of seconds, the distance between her and the thief was shortened. She used to be the star of the track team when she was in school. Catching up with this thief was going to be a piece of cake for her.
She continued to shout, “Drop the bag right now! Don’t let the thief go. Stop him!”
The thief was so scared that he didn’t know when he ran into a dead end.
A second later, Audrey caught up with him.
Resting his hands on his knees, the thief panted and cursed, “Fuck you! Are you out of your mind? Why did you chase me? The bag isn’t even yours!”
Audrey looked at the face of the blonde thief, only to discover that he was rather young. She panted and said kindly, “Hand over the bag and turn yourself in. Trust me, this is not the right way to go. You are still young.”
“Fine, if you want the bag, then come and get it.”
The thief threw the bag at his feet and looked rather submissive.