Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Before she could complete her sentence, the door to the ward swung open, revealing Cornell.
He must have just met some important clients at work. Dressed impeccably in a suit, complete with a silver brooch and a rosy tie, he exuded the charm often used to describe rising talents.
While Audrey was still wondering why he showed up at this time, Cornell walked over to her, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her into his arms.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” he casually asked, as if they were still the picture-perfect couple they once were.
With Kyler watching, Audrey found it difficult to push Cornell away and instead let him be.
“I’m afraid that you are not available for the visit.”
Cornell pressed her hand on her shoulder and replied, “No matter how busy I am, I will manage to come here with you anyway.”
His voice was gentle, the complete opposite of those harsh words he had spoken the night before.
Audrey could not help but think how irresistible Cornell could be whenever he was gentle and tender. His charm could sweep anyone off their feet, including her.
If it were not for her suffering in their relationship and the loss of their baby, she might have fallen for him again.
During their half-hour visit, Audrey was visibly nervous because of Cornell’s presence.
Noticing her discomfort, Cornell tightened his hold and soothingly stroked her shoulder with his thumb, causing her to blush even more.
Kyler sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, “Audrey, are you okay? Why is your face so red?”
Cornell looked down at her, his gaze filled with affection.
“I’m fine, just feeling a little stuffy in here,” Audrey said.
Kyler did not doubt her words and nodded.
“We old people often feel cold, so the room might be a bit warmer than outside.”
The visit seemed to last an eternity for Audrey.
As soon as she walked out of the ward, she withdrew herself from Cornell’s embrace.
For her, the charade they had maintained inside was suffocating.
When the elevator arrived, Audrey stepped in and hurriedly closed its door.
However, Cornell was quicker and slipped inside just in time.
As his familiar scent reached Audrey’s senses, the scene of their elevator kiss flashed across her mind, making her instinctively step back.
Cornell stared at her with irony in his eyes and asked, “Where are you headed? I can give you a ride.”
“No, thank you. I can manage on my own,” Audrey curtly replied.
As she spoke, she pressed herself against the elevator wall to maintain distance from Cornell.
Their past and his vow that she would come back to his side had left her reeling from the trauma.
All she wanted right now was to get away from him.
Cornell smiled mischievously.
“Relax, Audrey. I won’t harm you.”
Her discomfort was palpable as if being near him was unbearable.
“Don’t get me wrong.” Audrey turned her face away, unable to meet Cornell’s intense gaze.
She was at a loss for words.
No matter how much she tried, it seemed impossible to sway Cornell from his resolve.
Luckily, the elevator doors finally opened.
Audrey hurried out. Just as she stepped out, her phone rang with a call from Henley, which she immediately answered.
On the other side, Henley asked her where she was and offered to pick her up for their meeting.
Seeing that Cornell had not left yet, Audrey covered her phone and whispered, “I’m at a hospital.
Before she could finish, Cornell pushed her against the wall and trapped her with his arm.
Audrey’s eyes widened in shock. Before she could react, Cornell snatched her phone and said to Henley, “Don’t bother. I’ll take her there.”
Audrey was still in shock when Cornell abruptly ended the call.
Cornell gave Audrey a cold, hard stare and said, “Funny coincidence.
I was just about to go to the very place where he asked you to go.”
He then picked her up all of a sudden, catching her off guard.
Audrey’s face hit his chest and rebounded, leaving her startled.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She was embarrassed when sensing the gaze of people passing by. So, she released her grip, grasped the button of his suit, and whispered, “Please, put me down.
“I’m in a rush, and you walk very slowly,” Cornell retorted.
Audrey was taken aback.
“If you are in a hurry, go about your business. I don’t need you to give me a ride.”
Ignoring her words, Cornell carried her to the parking lot and unceremoniously positioned her in the passenger seat, buckling her in.
Audrey didn’t want to go with him. She unbuckled her seatbelt and tried to open the door, but it was locked.
Turning to Cornell, she pleaded, “Could you please unlock the door?”
Cornell glanced at her and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be going on a date?”
Before Audrey could respond, Cornell’s eyes turned cold, and he added, “Let me drive you so you can get to your date faster.”
His cold demeanor made Audrey feel as though she was about to be punished.
She didn’t dare to argue.
Cornell rested one hand on the steering wheel but didn’t start the car.
He asked, “If I hadn’t shown up today, were you planning to tell Kyler about our divorce?”
Audrey remained silent. Even though she hadn’t vocalized her intentions, she did think about it.
Cornell sneered, “You are quite something, Audrey. To be with another man, you don’t care about Kyler’s condition.”
Audrey, however, couldn’t help but feel that Kyler was doing much better than Cornell was making it seem.
She responded, “Are you planning to hide it from Kyler forever? He hadn’t shown any signs of being unhappy when I asked him what if you and I broke up…”
With each word Audrey uttered, the light in Cornell’s eyes seemed to fade.
Finally, he exploded.
Cornell angrily threw some reports against the car’s central control console.
He said in a frustrated tone, “Take a look at these!”
Cornell’s frustration was palpable. He had used such force when throwing the reports that two pieces of paper scraped Audrey’s face.
Audrey felt a little pain when the sharp edge of the paper scraped a red mark on her face.
Though she said nothing, she picked up the reports and began to read.
The report read, “Premature heart valve contractions… Multiple organs showing signs of decline…”
Many of the medical terms were beyond her comprehension, but she could discern that Kyler’s condition was far from good.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and a teardrop fell onto the paper.
Seeing the teardrop, Cornell stiffened, his anger subsiding.
He wondered if he had been too harsh in his words.
Seeing the red marks on her face scraped by the paper, Cornelll felt a pang of distress. He couldn’t help extending his hand to alleviate her pain.