Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
But just as Audrey was about to step out of the car, Henley broke into a cold sweat, clutched his stomach, and was in apparent pain.
Audrey turned to him with concern etched on her face.
“I think the food didn’t sit well with my stomach. Could I use your bathroom?” Henley asked, looking rather embarrassed.
Audrey was surprised but did not deny his request given his obvious discomfort. She nodded in response.
Once inside the house, she directed him to the bathroom, and he hurried off without delay.
When Henley returned, his face was still pale.
Audrey suggested he take a moment to rest on the sofa. She handed him a glass of warm water and asked, “Do you need me to call an ambulance?”
Henley shook his head.
“It’s just a stomach ache. It’s nothing new to me. I don’t want to trouble you, especially since it’s late. I’ll go back to my car and stay there for a while.”
As soon as he said these words, he stood up but staggered.
Audrey strode over to support Henley. She felt a twinge of guilt when she saw his pale face and evident discomfort.
It was her idea to dine out together. Therefore, she felt a sense of responsibility for his well-being, especially since he was ill.
After a brief hesitation, she suggested, “Why don’t you rest on the sofa for a little while? If you’re still feeling unwell, I’ll call an ambulance. I’m not sleepy yet, anyway.”
Touched, Henley gazed at her and asked, “Would that be okay with you?”
Having affirmed her point, Audrey agreed with a nod, “It’s alright.”
She assisted Henley in settling onto the couch. As Audrey was about to step away, Henley caught her hand from behind.
Turning, Audrey gave Henley a puzzled gaze.
The room’s warm glow highlighted the soft wisps of hair around her face, and her bare complexion was soft and inviting.
Audrey embodied a blend of naivety and sophistication, a combination that could easily entice a man.
Henley, noticing this, scrunched his brow and felt warmth surge through him.
He cleared his throat before requesting, “Could you fetch me another glass of water, please?”
Audrey complied, bringing him the water and draping a blanket over him as he lay on the sofa.
She then proceeded to her desk, activating the computer to review some documents.
Henley’s presence in her space made her uneasy. She decided to immerse herself in work instead.
More than twenty minutes passed before Henley rose to leave.
Audrey, concerned, insisted on accompanying him downstairs and didn’t return until she watched him drive off.
Henley, driving unhurriedly, spotted a black car Lurking in the shadows.
He intentionally stopped, lowered the window, and offered Cornell a slight smile.
“What a coincidence, Mr. Clement.”
Cornell’s eyes turned icy, detecting Henley’s challenge.
With a chilling grin, Cornell retorted, “Henley, are you asking for trouble by provoking me repeatedly?”
“Joking, Mr. Clement? With the might of the Clement family, would I dare?”
Henley replied, his tone mocking as he removed his glasses, revealing his true, icy demeanor beneath the facade.
Cornell’s smile remained frosty as he warned, Keep your distance from Audrey if you’re not looking for trouble.”
Unfazed, Henley retorted, “Bossy, aren’t you, Mr. Clement? If Audrey chooses my company, why should I reject her? Besides…”
He paused, a sly glint in his eye.
“I understand why you can’t let her go. I empathize with that sentiment.”
With that, he drove off, leaving Cornell with a thunderous scowl.
The night air was cool, yet Henley’s spirits were high.
Originally, his aim was to usurp everything from Cornell, and with Audrey’s divorce, he had seemingly succeeded.
Yet, it became clear Cornell hadn’t relinquished his hold on Audrey, which piqued Henley’s interest anew. His mind turned to darker thoughts of conquest.
Audrey, for her part, remained cautious, her guard steadfast unless something significant demanded her attention.
Henley realized he needed a well-crafted plan.
His handsome features were shrouded in darkness. After a moment, he dialed a number.
“Is there any news of the person whose surname is Lloyd?”
A voice on the other end responded, “Words has it that she was seen in the Sandy recently.”
Henley’s tone turned icy.
“Locate her quickly. Don’t let anyone beat you to it.”
Tessa, like a stray dog, could serve his purposes well.
With one hand on the steering wheel, he idly loosened his tie, his thoughts drifting with desire.
He recalled Audrey’s pale hand and swore silently to himself.
Back in college, he didn’t have much contact with Audrey.
At that time, his heart was filled with hatred, and he didn’t notice her at all.
By day, he played the model upperclassman. By night, he harbored darker secrets.
Only after returning recently did he Learn of Audrey’s marriage to Cornell and considered getting close to her.
But as days passed, his longing grew.
He convinced himself he needed Audrey until she was his.
Once he had her, he believed he would be unaffected.
Meanwhile, Audrey, emerging from the shower, noticed Henley’s watch on the basin.
As she reached to place it aside, the doorbell echoed.
Assuming Henley had returned for his watch, Audrey slipped into a modest nightgown and opened the door.
“Henley, did you come back for…”
Her words faltered at the sight of Cornell, whom she never expected after their last words.
Defenseless, she blanked out, her instinct to slam the door.
Bang! She put all her might into slamming the door, yet the door wouldn’t budge.
Fear washed over Audrey’s face, draining it of color.
With a mad grip, Cornell kept the door from closing. His hand bore the brunt, the impact leaving bruises behind, stark against the delicate skin, appearing alarmingly vivid.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Lifting her gaze, Audrey collided with a set of dark, brooding eyes filled with bitterness.
Cornell’s expression was accusing, as if he’d caught her in an act of betrayal.
His look was so intense that Audrey became wary.
“What are you…”
The door swung open again.
Without a word, Cornell barged in, pinning her against the door, his face wild, like a predator poised to strike. Gripping her chin harshly, he demanded, “Did you sleep with him?”
Audrey, taken aback, had a flash of realization.
“Have you been following me?”