Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell seemed genuinely tired. Within minutes, he was snoring softly beside her.
On the other hand, Audrey had so much on her mind that she couldn’t sleep.
Ten years was a long time, but it had passed in a flash.
It was a decade ago when she fell head over heels in love with this man without thinking twice.
At the time, she believed that this love would last forever.
Little did she know that within months her love would be threatened and diminished by Cecilia who had Cornell wrapped around her little finger.
Although she hated playing second fiddle, it would take a great deal of effort for her to stop loving Cornell.
A hint of bitterness flickered in Audrey’s eyes. She knew she would only learn from her failures.
It was drizzling.
Tessa, wearing a hat on top of her coat, was still drenched and disheveled in the old alleyway.
Her job hunt had ended in fruitlessly once again.
The scandalous photos had gotten everywhere. The money Cecilia paid her had only been enough for two weeks. Now, she was broke and helpless.
Neither the Lloyd family’s residence nor Jacob’s place let her in.
She was like a pest to them now. Life was hell for her in recent times.
Tessa considered taking out her anger on Audrey. But since she had no one to protect her or even knew of Reagan’s whereabouts, she had to give up on the idea for now.
Annoyed, she pushed open the door to her rented apartment.
The sight that greeted her made her jump. On the bed, a naked man and woman were touching each other.
They looked over when they heard the door open.
“Ah! It’s you… Tessa, come on in.” Kenia’s voice shook, but she had the decency to cover up with the bed sheet at least.
After getting kicked out, Kenia had taken to sleeping around just to pay her bills. There were no high-paying or comfortable men in the ghetto, only rude lowlifes who could barely hold their own.
Kenia enjoyed being the center of all attention even though it came from lowlifes.
She lived for it. Ever since she realized that she wasn’t getting any younger, she decided to have fun before she became too old and wrinkly.
Tessa’s lips were upturned in disgust as she glanced at them. The next second, she ran out without closing the door.
The naked man licked his lips and said, “Your daughter is pretty.
When can I have a taste of her?”
Kenia smacked him hard and warned, “Don’t even dare! My daughter is reserved for someone important.”
Tessa held the same view. As far as she was concerned, if Audrey hadn’t been so despicable, she would have married a wealthy man by now.
That wretched woman was to be blamed for all her misfortunes!
Tessa vowed that as soon as she got herself sorted out, the first thing she would do was get revenge on Audrey who landed her in this mess. That bitch must be brought down!
As Tessa pictured bringing Audrey down and stepping on her, she was in a much better mood.
It was short-lived, unfortunately. Two sleazy men showed up out of nowhere, approaching Tessa with tattered hats covering half of their faces. As they walked past her, one of them slapped her butt.
“Nice ass, baby!”
They fist-bumped each other while describing her butt lewdly.
Tessa erupted.
“Are you blind? How dare you touch my butt and then comment on it! You little shits! Apologize to me right now!”
She hated uncouth poor people to the bone, all of them.
Back when she was still wealthy and carefree, she never held back on abusing all those servants mentally and physically every day. There was even a time she injured the old butler, who ended up dying two days later.
Her family covered it up, stating the cause of death was a brief illness. The truth was easily buried after money was paid to the right people.
In Tessa’s opinion, those in the lower class didn’t deserve any respect, let alone touch her. They belonged under her feet.
Folks Like them were ass-lickers who would do anything just to get the crumbs from the rich’s table.
Even though she had fallen from grace, she still considered herself superior to them.
Tessa continued to growl when she saw that they didn’t do as she said, “Fuck you two! If you love your life, you better kneel down and apologize to me. For your information, I can crush you like ants.”
Having used this same arrogance on many people in the past, Tessa had reason to believe that it would work now.
Ordinary people always cowered before her the second she raised her voice.
But these two men were different. They smirked while approaching her slowly.
A loud slap suddenly reverberated in the air.
In a flash, the skinny man out of the two gave Tessa a smack on the face.
After this, the chubby man followed suit, dishing out three resounding slaps.
Blood instantly filled Tessa’s mouth. Her muscles tensed up as the urge to curse them out grew stronger. But before she could spew the curses, the men grabbed her and dragged her toward the heap of garbage in the nearby alley.
A dirty, stinky dress enveloped Tessa’s head and was firmly tied.
Tessa’s agonizing cries were hidden within the fabric.
Her hands were tied up, and she knelt by the trash can on the wet ground, resembling a low-cost human-like figurine.
Those two wicked men raped her.
The noise of the belt striking intertwined with the woman’s muted screams echoed through the trash cans in the damp, filthy alley.
Finally, the two men spat on her and cursed, “You’re no virgin, bitch. Why do you act so innocent?”
As the two men walked away, Tessa faintly caught one of them speaking on his phone.
“Mr. Jenkins, mission accomplished. Even the neighborhood dogs don’t want to go near her now.”
Once the call ended, they burst into crude laughter and one remarked, “Who would’ve thought? I get to bed a woman and make money at the same time. What a deal!”
“You know, it’s uncommon these days to find men who go to such lengths to please women…”
Tessa quivered next to a garbage can, her body smeared with blood and her clothes in disarray. She looked like she was on the brink of death.
These two men were merciless. They aimed to break her.
Just then, a luxury vehicle sped down the alley, only to make a sudden U-turn.
The woman who stepped out was poised and striking, clearly a high- society figure. Much like Tessa once was.
She removed her coat and draped it over Tessa, holding her close and inquiring with a mix of disbelief and caution, “Tessa, what on earth happened to you?”
Regaining her senses, Tessa weakly muttered, “Cecilia…”
And then she lost consciousness.
Cecilia promptly let go of Tessa and looked down at her crumpled form with disgust. Tessa was miserable.
Cecilia had only ordered them to be harsh. But these two men had taken it to an extreme. Tessa was almost gone.
But it served a purpose. This would make Tessa her most effective assistant.
Tessa later awoke in a hospital bed, feeling as though she had been trampled by a vehicle. The pain was unbearable.
Especially in her lower body, which felt as if it had been ripped open.
The door swung open and upon seeing Tessa stir, Cecilia rushed in and gently cautioned, “Tessa, you’re badly hurt. Stay still.”
Upon hearing Cecilia’s unsettling words, Tessa’s eyes filled with tears, making it impossible for her to form a coherent sentence.
Cecilia observed Tessa and said, “Tessa, try to stay calm. You’ve got stitches down there, and your body is covered in bruises. I fear these marks will leave scars.”
Rather than offering solace, Cecilia’s words only intensified Tessa’s agony, underscoring her current pitiable state.
“No!” Tessa screamed, overcome by emotion.