Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Jarrod refused to acknowledge the stirring in his heart at the mention of his son. He vowed he would not be fooled by her again. He was determined to eliminate any possibility that he would.
How dare she say she was going to have his child?
If the evidence didn’t prove she was lying, he would have believed it again.
Did she really think she could fool him again, like the time she claimed to love him in order to trick him? No way!
Eyes red-rimmed with anger, Jarrod bellowed, “Let’s get this straight.
This motherfucker can’t be born.”
Nicole wasn’t surprised by his words.
Even if she knew he was her son, she wouldn’t want him.
Proving the child’s paternity would only strengthen Jarrod’s determination to get rid of him.
At that moment, Jarrod pulled her and dragged her out of the car.
He had her by the waist. But Nicole, driven by an unknown force, grabbed a knife and pointed it at Jarrod’s neck, aiming for a lethal point.
With coldness shining in his eyes, Jarrod caught the knife that was mere inches from his neck.
“Are you trying to murder me for an illegitimate child?” growled Jarrod between gritted teeth.
Beads of sweat formed on Nicole’s forehead. She struggled to push the knife forward, but the last inch seemed impossible.
Her weakened, battered body was no match for the strength of a grown man.
Jarrod, whose eyes had a sinister look in them, accused Nicole, “You’re trying to kill me so you can run off with your secret lover, aren’t you?”
To Jarrod, Nicole’s mood seemed consumed with malevolence.
Perhaps he should have let her drown in the past, instead of rescuing her.
His chilling countenance resembled that of a demon cast from the depths of hell, but Nicole remained unafraid.
Even though she was trapped in a corner, showing weakness or submission would only make her situation worse.
With hatred burning in her words, she raged.
“Jarrod, I don’t just wish to end your life. I wish you a horrible end, torn apart by wild dogs and your bones gnawed to pieces.”
Her bitter curse echoed in Jarrod’s mind.
The intensity of his hatred, fueled by the existence of another man’s son, drove Jarrod to the brink of madness. He was overwhelmed by the desire to destroy that cursed woman, piece by piece!
The next moment, Nicole watched in horror as Jarrod’s bloody hand slid down the blade of the knife until it reached her wrist.
Snap! He snapped her wrist. As he did so, his demeanor resembled that of a malevolent spirit.
The knife fell to the ground.
“Argh!” Nicole flinched and gasped in pain. Her right hand hung down hard, and the broken bones caused her excruciating pain that no scream could alleviate.
The pain seemed to go all the way to her core.
Jarrod’s palm, cut by the blade, was bleeding profusely, but he didn’t seem to mind. He lifted Nicole’s chin with the bloody hand and, in a cold, piercing voice, said, “Since you don’t want to abort, we’ll try a different approach.”
Nicole could not comprehend the extent of Jarrod’s madness.
With her hand incapacitated, she was completely vulnerable.
At that moment, Jarrod buckled her in and drove away from the clinic.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of a club. Jarrod abruptly pulled Nicole out and hurried her into a chamber.
Inside, the room was filled with several imposing men. Even their faces were marked by prominent muscles.
Jarrod nonchalantly tossed Nicole to the floor. Then he leaned back on the couch and propped his legs up on a glass coffee table. He nonchalantly tossed a pile of money on the table and said to the men, “Take good care of this woman. When she’s happy, you can divide it among yourselves.”
These bodyguards, hardened by decades of experience, had never encountered such an unexpected twist.
For the first time, they saw an opportunity for wealth and pleasure.
It seemed like a dream come true.
Meanwhile, Nicole’s face turned ashen. She realized that Jarrod had completely lost his mind.
She knew he was ruthless, but she never imagined he would bring a group of men to….
These ravenous men approached her, each with a sinister smile.
Nicole staggered backward, only to crash into a wall. She had no escape.
Desperate, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and waved it frantically.
“Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me! Get away from me!”
However, she received nothing but scornful laughter.
Even if he had fighting skills, he could not overpower these men, especially with a broken hand and weakened legs.
What could he use to defend himself against them-just a bottle?
A feeling of deep humiliation came over Nicole. She felt as if she had fallen into a dark and hopeless abyss.
Sitting on the couch, Jarrod watched her vain attempts at self-defense with a cold stare. His inner rage was still boiling, damn it!
What he was seeing only fueled his frustration.
All he wanted was to intimidate her and force her to submit and obey.
He wanted to see her on her knees and begging to terminate the pregnancy of her illegitimate child.
If she agreed to abort, he might even consider forgiving her previous relationships with other men.
As long as he had the means to control her, even if he had to go to the extreme of chaining her, he could no longer cheat on her, could he?
Anger clouded Jarrod’s handsome face as he watched Nicole’s desperate efforts to protect herself.
The men surrounding Nicole were unaware of her true intentions.
Jarrod had given explicit instructions to Alec that some of the men were to confine themselves to intimidating Nicole. So why were they advancing on her? Nicole, so disheveled and vulnerable, looked pitiful.
Just as Jarrod was about to lose his composure, a sudden loud crash echoed through the room.
Nicole had broken the bottle she was holding, sending shards of glass flying. Holding the broken, jagged end, she pressed it against her own neck.
The room filled with commotion at the unexpected twist.
Those men had been so engrossed in their performance that they never anticipated such a dramatic turn of events.
Nicole’s eyes, once bright, were now dull.
Facing Jarrod, her voice was cold.
“Jarrod, my father called off my engagement to you, fearing that I would not lead a good life with you.
At the time, I was angry with him and didn’t understand his concerns.
We argued and I even refused to eat.
But was his desire to protect me so unforgivable? Was his family killed because of mine? Why does he want us all dead?
Is it just because he thinks I played with his feelings?
Well, if you are so determined to avenge me. I’m willing to atone with my life, is that enough for you?”
With determination, Nicole brought the glass shard closer to her neck.
Suddenly, the bottle slammed against the wall.
Nicole’s less nimble left hand was overpowered by Jarrod’s feet.
It kicked him in the hand, sending a jolt of pain through Nicole’s wrist.
Nicole’s last hope of death was snatched away.
“All of you, out!” Jarrod’s voice thundered with fury.