Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Fuck you!” Howe collapsed, clutching his leg and cursing in pain.
“Ah!” Another scream echoed through the room.
Bruised and battered, Nicole extracted the knife from Howe’s leg.
“You crazy fucking bitch! You dare stab me, go to hell!”
Nicole bent down, grinning, and raised the knife.
Slash, slash… Nicole heard the sound of the knife slicing through flesh.
With every insult Howe hurled, Nicole jabbed the knife into Howe’s legs.
“Howe’s screams filled the air.
Distracted, Nicole didn’t notice Howe slyly reach for a remote control and press a button.
Beep! an alarm sounded.
Gritting his teeth in pain, Howe sneered, “Bitch! Wait till my bodyguards get here. You’re finished.”
He had pressed the alarm to summon his bodyguards.
This villa, originally a gift from Jarrod to Jamie, had been cunningly transferred to Howe by Jamie.
Although Howe rarely visited this villa, he was always accompanied by two bodyguards, in anticipation of trouble due to his unsavory activities.
Nicole’s heart pounded as she remembered that she had thought about running away, but saw two muscular men at the door. That was why she had run upstairs.
Not wanting to waste time, Nicole quickly barricaded the door with the only chair in the room.
Soon, a persistent banging echoed from the other side.
Howe had both legs stabbed, causing him to bleed profusely. Unable to stand, he shouted toward the door, “No more banging! Open it at once!”
Nicole quickly gagged Howe with a rag.
Lying on the floor, Howe’s moans filled the air as his wounds continued to bleed. His condition was pitiful.
Nicole picked up Howe’s phone to call for help. She was relieved to be able to make an emergency call without unlocking the phone.
With trembling hands, she gave her location to the police.
Her cottage, located next to the riverbank and away from the city, seemed isolated.
The operator tried to reassure Nicole, promising that the police would arrive in thirty minutes.
Howe’s phone vibrated again.
Jarrod’s name flashed on the screen.
Startled, Nicole dropped the phone.
She muttered to herself, “Evil! They’re all evil!”
Bang! The pounding on the door intensified.
Exhausted and in pain, Nicole collapsed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
The constant pounding was all she could hear.
Clutching a knife, Nicole crouched in a corner, her vision blurred with tears, praying for the police to hurry.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
The door gave way under the force of two bodyguards.
They quickly entered and helped Howe to his feet.
Howe screamed in pain. When the gag was removed, he pointed at Nicole and shouted, “Get that bitch! I had called the police. We need to clean this mess up and get out of here.”
Hearing this, Nicole mustered the last of her energy and bolted for the door, rushing down the stairs.
The bodyguards chased after her.
The front door was wide open.
As soon as the bodyguards unlocked the door in response to the alarm, they carelessly left it open.
This awakened a glimmer of hope in Nicole, who quickly ran toward the door.
Suddenly, she collided with a sturdy figure and felt arms around her waist.
The glaring sun made her squint, and when her vision cleared, she screamed in fright at the sight of Jarrod.
In one swift movement, she stabbed him with the knife she was holding.
“Ugh…” Jarrod groaned in pain.
Nicole was overcome with fear. Her recent experiences had pushed her over the edge, triggering almost instinctive reactions.
She stabbed him again, sunlight reflecting off the bloody blade.
Jarrod held Nicole’s wrist so tightly that she felt it was about to break.
“You’re crazy!” she screamed, blood oozing from her wound.
Howe, drenched in blood, ran after them, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Jarrod.
“Jarrod, look at the mess she’s made of me ??get that bitch! Don’t let her get away from you.”
Nicole quickly realized they were working together.
Her eyes widened in surprise and fear as she screamed, “Get off me! Get off me!”
Howe yelled, “No way we’re letting her go. She just called the police.
We can’t let her out of here!”
“Let me go! Let me go!” Nicole was still struggling.
One thing filled her mind. She had to get away from those two. Only then would she be safe.
Jarrod was holding her hands tightly behind her, his icy gaze locked on her. “Have you called the police?”
A hint of cruelty glinted in Jarrod’s sharp eyes.
Nicole held her breath for a moment. She didn’t have the strength to answer Jarrod.
All she wanted to do was run away.
Howe winced and his body trembled. Jarrod, stop that bitch and get her in the car. We’ve got to get out of here. Otherwise, we’ll be in trouble if the cops come.”
Jarrod’s scrutinizing eyes, which had been fixed on Nicole’s tattered clothes, strayed to Howe’s bloody leg. His fringed eyebrows furrowed sharply.
Without a word, Jarrod lifted Nicole effortlessly and nonchalantly ordered his men, “Clean this place up. Leave no trace.”
Nicole felt her world crumble. She was so consumed with despair that her body was shaking uncontrollably.
She knew what Jarrod’s words meant. They wanted to sweep the truth under the rug.
In that case, all the humiliation she had suffered would be in vain.
Judging by Howe’s words, it was very evident that this was not the first time he had hurt someone. Who knew how many women had suffered in this place?
At the thought of this, anger suddenly surged in Nicole’s heart.
Nicole leaned over and bit down hard on Jarrod’s chin. She was filled with fierce determination.
Jarrod hissed in pain.
He reached out, trying to push her away.
Nicole seized the opportunity. She lifted her leg and kneed him hard in the crotch.
“Shit!” Jarrod’s face contorted in pain. He was forced to let go.
Nicole immediately pulled a small pocket knife from her pocket, held it tightly and charged at Howe.
She roared, “I’ll kill you!”