Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
His current behavior seemed absolutely irrational to her.
Fine. She would eat. If it meant he would leave, she’d gladly consume the porridge.
Head bowed, she ate slowly, every spoonful a reminder of her sore, wounded mouth.
She felt like crying from the pain. But not in Cornell’s presence.
Never in front of him.
Tears would only earn disdain from someone who didn’t love you. Why volunteer for more humiliation?
Cornell retreated to the bathroom and changed his clothes.
When Audrey noticed him retrieving a fresh set of clothes, she was taken aback. Had he planned to stay at the hospital for an extended period?
A caretaker appeared to clear the table after her meal.
Audrey was just about to lie down and rest when Cornell reached for her mouth again.
With swift reflexes, Audrey smacked his hand away.
Cornell’s expression turned stormy.
Gazing at him warily, Audrey said, “Mr. Clement, even a tool needs a break.”
Had her health been compromised, she was convinced she wouldn’t have survived the previous night.
Cornell’s expression shifted as he pulled out a tissue, handing it over to signal her to let her wipe her mouth.
But Audrey didn’t take it. She took another one, wiped her mouth, and threw it away.
Cornell’s arm remained hanging in the air awkwardly, and he struggled to contain his frustration.
“Audrey, enough is enough.”
Audrey chuckled and retorted, “So, you want to do it here? Fine, I can accommodate you. Just not with my mouth. It’s sore.”
“You! Unbelievable!” Cornell’s face flushed a deep shade of blue.
Angrily, he tossed the tissue aside and stormed out of the room.
By noon, Matteo arrived with a Lunchbox.
As he was leaving, Audrey halted him.
“Did you personally hand the paternity test report to Mr. Clement?”
Caught off guard, Matteo nodded. Mr. Clement’s behavior had revealed the result of the test.
“You handed it to him directly?” Audrey pressed.
Matteo hesitated, then recalled that when he sent the documents to Cornell’s office, Cornell was in a meeting, but it only took him about ten minutes to finish the meeting.
He shared this with Audrey.
“So, there was a ten-minute gap. Go back and see if anyone entered his office during that time,” Audrey urged.
She suspected a setup, and only Cecilia came to mind as a likely saboteur.
She couldn’t risk involving her child in Cornell’s unpredictable moods.
He wouldn’t bring himself to allow her to have a child that he assumed wasn’t his, no matter how generous he pretended to be.
Even if they divorced, she needed to clear her unborn child’s name.
In the afternoon, Luis paid her a visit.
Right after he stepped inside, Luis expressed his concern, saying, “”Audrey, are you feeling better?”
Audrey held no animosity toward Luis and nodded in acknowledgment.
Observing her frail look, Luis paused before advising, “Cornell is unstable right now. Don’t confront him directly. It’s wiser to be subtle to minimize your pain.”
Audrey remained silent. Just as Luis was heading out, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Luis, could you help me with something?”
She requested a retest, this time using her IV blood and a strand of Cornell’s hair that had been collected this morning.
Luis hadn’t seen this coming. No wonder when the topic of the baby had come up, Cornell’s face had darkened. He understood now.
Cornell’s keeping this to himself was understandable.
What man would readily admit to his closest friend that his wife was carrying another man’s child?
However, since Audrey had openly sought his help, Luis was inclined to believe the child was actually Cornell’s.
Luis gave a nod, affirming, “You’ll have the result in twenty-four hours.”
After Luis exited, Audrey attempted to relax, her eyes closed but sleep eluded her.
She kept mulling over Cornell’s harsh words. He said he had stayed in their marriage only for physical intimacy and had declared she wasn’t even worthy of being compared to Cecilia.
The idea of her surpassing Cecilia in Cornell’s heart now seemed laughable to her.
Cornell’s feelings for Cecilia ran deep. Eliminating Cecilia from his life would only be possible if Cornell himself was gone.
Therefore, Audrey resolved never to overestimate herself again. She must get a divorce, even if it meant pleading with Cornell’s grandfather. Divorce was the only path left.
Meanwhile, Nicole stirred awake in the dim hotel room, curtains drawn tight, the air heavy with the scent of intimacy.
As she tried to sit up, a dull ache washed over her body.
Glancing down, she noticed her naked form, marred with hickeys.
Jarrod had been rude to her, gnawing and pinching her, acting less like a man and more like a savage animal.
And now, he was nowhere to be found. He had probably left.
Nicole stood to dress herself.
Bang. Just then, a sudden noise echoed through the room.
The hotel door burst open.
Before Nicole could react, she was yanked by her hair and tossed from the bed.
A woman stood on her back, venom in her voice, declaring, “Finish off this deceitful bitch!”
Nicole curled up and covered her head with both hands to protect herself from the crowd’s kicks and punches.
The crowd hit her everywhere. At this moment, she already had bruises all over her body.
Suddenly, someone pulled Nicole’s hair and pushed her hard to the floor. She struggled, but she could not get up. Her mouth was full of fresh rust smell, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain was too much for her to bear. She felt like she was about to lose consciousness.
However, those people didn’t care. They were Like bloodthirsty beasts that had gotten even more excited when they saw blood. They hit her more fiercely, even though she was already motionless.
Nicole curled up on the floor and gritted her teeth, holding back the tears that were about to fall.
She was reminded of the incident the other day at the party. At that time, she mocked someone for being an arrogant mistress. But right now, she was the mistress being laughed at and beaten by everyone.
And she was the worst of that kind. So, it was not surprising that they all despised and looked down upon her.
She couldn’t get rid of Jarrod, so she had no choice but to suffer all the humiliations he brought to her.
For a moment, she wished to die. If she was dead, she would never experience being tortured anymore. Perhaps she would be happier in the netherworld than in this world.
At this moment, someone pulled her arms away from her head, exposing her face to the light. Then, everyone aimed their phones at her and started taking photos and videos of her bruised body.
Finally, Nicole saw the hateful eyes of those people. She spotted Jamie standing behind the crowd, waving a room card in her hand.
Her face instantly drained of color, and her heart seemed to have fallen into the depths of an ice cave.
Everything was clear to her now.
It must be Jarrod who gave Jamie the room card to let the latter vent her anger.
This was his way of humiliating her.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
It turned out that someone threw a vase at Nicole. It hit the wall and shattered on the floor.