Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Audrey, however, was tormented by a nightmare. In it, Cornell was merciless, forcing her to terminate her pregnancy.
This fear haunted her until the early hours of the morning.
Before dawn fully broke, Audrey lay awake, Cornell sleeping soundly beside her, his breaths even and calm.
Audrey sat up quietly, reaching for Cornell’s phone on the bedside table.
She used Cornell’s face to unlock it, but dared not head outside the room.
Instead, she tiptoed into the bathroom to send a message.
As she prepared to send the text, she realized she needed a password.
Cornell’s phone was customized for high security, useless to anyone who found it without the correct code.
Audrey tried Cornell’s birthday and the villa’s password, but neither worked.
Just as she was about to abandon her attempt, a familiar voice startled her.
“Do you need me to unlock it for you?”
Audrey’s heart raced when she heard Cornelll’s words.
Cornell’s phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.
Cornell entered, his bare feet silent. His long legs were strong, his upper body sculpted with defined muscles.
He stooped to retrieve the phone, offering it to Audrey. “Try 822822,” he suggested.
Audrey was taken aback. August 22nd. It was the date they first received their marriage certificate.
She stood frozen, the phone burning in her hand, especially with the text glaring from the screen.
Cornell read her message aloud. “Mr. Hector Clement, I’m trapped by Cornell.
Can you help me out? Sent by Audrey Warburton.”
Cornell’s voice was icy. “Seeking help from my uncle?”
His exterior was calm, but inside, turmoil raged. Sure enough, Audrey still wanted to run away. This irked Cornell increasingly.
Cornell’s eyes narrowed. He grasped her chin and pressed her against the wall, his tone fierce. “Do you enjoy flirting with the men around me? How do you plan to repay Hector if he helps you out?”
Audrey paled, her restraint gone. “You can’t imprison me like this. Though we’re a couple, you have no right to confine me.”
At her words, Cornell’s expression grew colder.
He scoffed. “Is that your argument, Audrey? That I can’t do that?”
Holding her close, his composure slipped. “Then, shouldn’t we consider starting a family after being married for so long?”
Audrey was speechless, shocked by his words.
Memories of their lost child haunted her, a painful thorn in her heart, continually reviving past anguish.
Audrey’s voice was heavy with bitterness. “Don’t even dream about it!”
The pain of the loss of her first child was too much to bear again. She was afraid of losing her child again because of those crazy women around Cornell.
With resolve, she declared, “I will never have a child with you.”
She couldn’t bring herself to the possibility of losing her child again.
This was her baby!
But Cornell replied sternly, “That’s not for you to decide.”
His expression dark, he took a tie from the dresser and restrained her hands to the towel rack.
Confused and fearful, Audrey asked in a trembling voice, “Cornell, what are you doing?”
Cornell, holding her head gently, offered a faint smile. “Practicing how to make a baby.”
“Hmm…” Before she could protest, Cornell silenced her with a kiss, his approach dominating yet tender.
Humiliated and angry, Audrey felt herself nearing a breaking point.
After finishing his business, Cornell didn’t even untie her. Instead, he just let her hanging on the towel rack helplessly.
It was only when the maid arrived that Audrey was freed.
Crumbled on the bathroom floor, knees to her chest, Audrey trembled uncontrollably.
The maid, sympathetic yet helpless, tried to console Audrey, “I can see Mr Clement and you are deeply in love with each other. Yet, you two seemed to argue a lot. Perhaps talking it through will help. Why must you hurt each other so?”
In love with each other? Audrey could only shake her head in sorrow.
If this was Cornell’s version of love, she wanted no part of it.
The maid continued, “Actually, Mr. Clement truly cares for you. I’ve seen him alone in your room, clutching the pillow you used to sleep on. He constantly buys new clothes for you, and the food stocked here is always to your taste, refreshed daily even when you’re away…”
Audrey felt numb to the maid’s words. Terms like love and care seemed unfit to describe her bond with Cornell.
In her eyes, Cornell viewed her as nothing more than an object. He never imagined that one day she would defy his commands.
His ego bruised when he sensed losing control. That was why he became fixated on regaining it.
His obsession filled Audrey with dread. Her fear overshadowed any love she once felt, leaving her desperate to run away from Cornell.
The idea of fleeing consumed Audrey’s thoughts, solidifying into a firm resolve to break free from Cornelll’s side.
Meanwhile, it was the night before Jarrod’s wedding.
On the phone, Jamie’s voice was tender with affection. “Jarrod, I feel like I am the happiest woman in this world. let’s have two children in the future!”
Jarrod’s expression turned somber. Jamie’s words echoed his past promises to Nicole.
Jarrod hesitated, his silence lingering until Jamie prompted him. “Jarrod, are you there?”
Regaining composure, Jarrod replied evasively, “It’s late, Jamie. Get some rest.” He skillfully dodged the subject.
After a sweet goodbye, Jamie quickly made another call, her voice now stern.
“Keep an eye on Jarrod tonight. Report anything unusual.”
After the call, Jarrod stood before a large French window, smoking. He was still hanging on those words, “Let’s have two children…”
Moments later, he extinguished the cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.
The informant tracking Jarrod relayed to Jamie, “Mr. Schultz has just entered the Oasis Apartment.”
Jamie was livid at this.
Bang! The sounds were thunderous as Jamie wrecked her room, shattering furniture and electronics in a fit of rage.
Exhausted, Jamie slumped to the floor, her heart racing with anxiety.
Jamie had noticed Jarrod’s growing indifference toward her. Jarrod’s visit to Nicole the night before their wedding only intensified her fears. It seemed he would continue to have an affair with Nicole even after he got married.
Jamie knew deep down that Jarrod’s feelings for her were more obligation than love. But what if Jarrod eventually found out she wasn’t the one who truly saved him back then? How would he treat her then?
Jamie vividly remembered Jarrod’s cold, ruthless behavior toward Nicole.
Unlike Nicole, who shared a past with Jarrod, Jamie had deceived Jarrod from the start.
The sense of duty binding Jarrod to her seemed to be weakening.
His compensations and avoidance of discussions about having their children all hinted at his desire to reduce her to a mere figurehead in the Schultz family.
Jamie could accept that. After all, Jarrod’s wealth was more than she could ever spend.
However, the possibility of Jarrod finding out Nicole was the one who saved him back then terrified Jamie.
Consumed by fear, Jamie retrieved her phone from the floor, dialed a number, and gave a chilling order, “During the wedding tomorrow, send out the information.”
At that moment, Jamie’s eyes glinted with malevolence like a scorpion poised in a pool of poison.
She was resolute in finishing Nicole.
At the Oasis Apartment, Nicole had finished packing, ready to leave tomorrow morning.