Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
At this moment, he questioned whether it was love that he was feeling.
He thought he would never experience such emotions in his lifetime.
Cornell’s silence only deepened Audrey’s sense of hopelessness and resignation.
Wasn’t the past evidence enough to show her how little she meant to him?
The reason he was so furious was that he believed she had had an affair and embarrassed him.
She considered herself a failure.
She had loved him for a decade, but she couldn’t earn an ounce of trust.
“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have overestimated myself. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so naive. I deserve this,” she said tearfully and forced a smile.
Her grandmother had passed away, and if she lost the baby too, life would hold no meaning.
“Cornell, it seems you will never believe me, no matter what I say.
Why don’t you just divorce me? We’ll part ways then.”
“Don’t even think about it!”
Divorce was a thought that should never cross her mind!
Cornell’s face was dark as a storm cloud, and his eyes burned with a furious intensity. He strode forward and scooped Audrey up into his arms.
“I strongly suggest you give up that stupid idea. You are not getting away from me, ever.”
“You…”
Audrey’s eyes flashed with anger, unable to contain herself any longer. She bit his arm with all her might.
Cornell winced as pain shot through his arm through the fabric of his clothes.
“Let me go!”
Cornell clenched his teeth, wondering why she always bit like a rabid dog.
Before long, the metallic scent of blood mingled with the air, the warm liquid seeping from beneath his clothes, yet Audrey clung on tenaciously.
Cornell’s first instinct was to toss her away, but he hesitated when he felt her trembling shoulder, knowing her anger was at a boiling point.
In a raspy voice, he asked, “What else are you willing to do to save him?”
Just as he was about to pry her jaw apart with his fingers, Audrey suddenly went limp and fainted.
Cornell held her tightly and shouted, “Audrey!”
Cradled in Cornell’s arms was Audrey’s frail figure. Audrey’s complexion matched the pallor of a blank sheet, and her brow glistened with a sheen of cold sweat.
Panicked, Cornell tightened his embrace and blurted out nervously, “What’s going on?”
Clutching his wrist feebly, Audrey implored, “My baby… It hurts…
Please, save our baby…”
After saying this, Audrey fainted away.
Cornell’s pupils suddenly shrank. Without a second thought, he scooped Audrey up and strode into the hospital.
“Mr. Clement.” Henley rose to his feet, concern marring his face.
“Please, look after her well.”
Halting mid-step, Cornell turned around and icily retorted, “Mind your own business. If you dare to touch her again, you won’t get away with it so easily.”
A trace of menace tinged Cornell’s voice, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard him.
Cornell then resumed his course into the hospital.
The bodyguards glanced discreetly at Henley, who was now standing battered. After all, they had struck him viciously just moments ago.
With one of his arms dislocated, Henley could still stand up as if nothing had happened despite his other injuries. The bodyguards found themselves questioning the true extent of Henley’s capabilities.
Yet, Henley didn’t seem to care about his injuries at all as he walked steadily toward his car.
Settling into the backseat, he dialed a number, his voice devoid of emotion.
“Arrange a pickup. Also, let him know I accept his offer.”
After hanging up the phone, Henley stretched his legs, leaned against the seat with his eyes closed.
He exclaimed in his mind that a man with a weak spot was so easy to handle.
Would Cornell go nuts if there was really something between him and Audrey?
A sly grin emerged on Henley’s face in the darkness, amused by the mere thought. ……
In the hospital.
Gazing down at Audrey, now in the emergency room, the doctor queried, “Mr. Clement, are you certain you want to induce a miscarriage? Saving the mother takes precedence. Beyond that…”
Cornell hesitated, clearly torn.
To be honest, it was the best time to get rid of this kid. After all, he still assumed it wasn’t his kid.
Yet, recalling Audrey’s fierce resolve to keep the baby, he knew she’d despise him if he caused the loss of her baby, and undoubtedly leave him.
Weighing between Audrey and the kid, he realized he couldn’t bear to lose her.
Grimacing, Cornell spat out while clenching his fists, “Try your best to keep the baby!”
Hearing Cornell’s response, the medical team took Audrey into the operating room for further evaluation.
Waiting outside the emergency room, Cornell recalled what Audrey had just said, and a thought crossed his mind.
Could this baby, perhaps, be his?
By the time Audrey regained consciousness, it was nearly noon.
She felt a minor itch at the back of her hand and stared vacantly at the see-through IV tube, watching the fluid slowly drip.
A sense of unease gripped her heart as she noticed a suited man beside her bed.
“Feeling better?” Cornell inquired, devoid of emotion, as he picked up a cushion and tried to put it behind her back.
Before he could get close to Audrey, Audrey flapped the cushion to the ground.
She glared at him, her eyes icy, and snapped, “What have you done to my baby?”
Cornell’s lips tightened, his face taking on a somber hue.
Audrey’s eyes seethed with such loathing that she saw nothing else.
Her voice quivered as she yelled, “Cornell, you’re a monster!”
“Do you still want to argue with me after all this?” Cornell retorted, a frown etching his features.
Seeing his lack of concern, Audrey disregarded the IV needle in her hand and waved it angrily, saying, “Give my baby back!”
Her sudden motion caused the needle to yank at her skin, and blood oozed out instantly.
“Are you out of your mind, Audrey?” Cornell exclaimed, his face contorted at the sight of this, grasping her hand tightly as his veins bulged in distress.
The back of her delicate hand was swollen, and the needle flew out after the violent pull. The wound was bleeding, but Audrey didn’t care about it at all.
She questioned Cornell hysterically, “How can you be so cold-blooded and ruthless? It was a piece of life! It was my baby!”
Cornell blanched, gripping Audrey tightly and murmuring, “I did nothing.”
Confused, Audrey asked, “What do you mean?”
Just then, a knock resounded at the door.
“Time to change the IV for Bed No. 34,” announced the head nurse, entering with a medical cart. She paused, taken aback by the scene before her.
Rushing over, she scolded Cornell, “What’s happening here? The patient is in a fragile condition. How could you agitate her? You might look refined, but your actions are barbaric. If this continues, I’ll call the authorities.”
Upon uttering those words, the head nurse felt a twinge of apprehension. Cornell’s imposing demeanor suggested he _ held considerable sway.