Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
She turned and asked, “Will the doctor be ready for the surgery tomorrow?”
“No problem,” Jarrod answered in a deep voice.
Nicole suppressed a groan.
Irritated by her suppression, Jarrod yanked her hair, forcing her gaze into the mirror.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
In the mirror, Jarrod’s face transformed into something sinister, his gaze nearly consuming Nicole.
“Look at me. See who’s behind you!” He sought her total submission.
Jarrod’s eyes were bloodshot, betraying a desire for more than just her body. He aimed to dominate her mind, coercing her to speak.
Pain coursed through Nicole’s stomach, fogging her consciousness, leaving her mind blank.
“Seen it clearly?” Jarrod’s voice was ominous.
Nicole, curled up to soothe her pain, responded weakly, “Yes…
Meanwhile, Jarrod was drenched in sweat, his eyes seething as he ordered, “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Nicole, a puppet in her agony, wanted to end the torment.
Perspiration dripped from her face, each drop hitting the floor.
Nicole longed to escape the unbearable torment. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she struggled to say, “I’m yours…”
Jarrod’s smile was one of twisted satisfaction.
As he lost himself to his madness, he asked deeply, “You don’t want me to marry, right?”
At his words, Nicole’s mind snapped back to clarity. What had she just said? Had she lost her senses? And Jarrod, what the hell was wrong with him?
From the words coming out of his mouth, it seemed he was suggesting he’d call off the wedding if she asked. What a freak! Was he out of his mind?
Nicole’s eyes turned icy as she replied dispassionately, “I wish you a happy marriage. May you have a baby of your own as soon as possible.”
“Ouch…” Nicole couldn’t suppress her cry of pain.
She was certain Jarrod did it on purpose…
Once he was done, Jarrod left her on the floor and headed for a shower.
Nicole, curled on the floor, writhed in agony. The stomach pain was unbearable, preventing her from standing.
She attempted to stand, pain radiating through her body. Her heart felt gripped by an unseen force, threatening a heart attack at any moment.
Recently, these symptoms had become more frequent, barely manageable with her special painkillers.
She couldn’t afford to meet her demise before her father’s surgery.
Struggling to the bedside table, she retrieved a bottle of painkillers and swallowed them dry.
But her parched throat resisted the tablets.
As she reached for water, Jarrod loomed over her.
“What did you just take?” His stare was predatory.
Just as Nicole was about to speak, Jarrod snatched the medicine bottle from her hand. He then forcefully removed the tablets from her mouth.
Before she could respond, Jarrod turned and walked away. Moments later, Nicole heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.
He had just flushed all her pills down!
Nicole’s face drained of color.
She tried to stop him, but her legs buckled under her, pain overwhelming her body at every step.
She felt utterly crushed, her body wracked with torment.
When Jarrod returned, he said dismissively, “Don’t take this trash anymore.”
Nicole’s frustration boiled over. Those were special painkillers, prescribed by her doctor, vital for managing her pain.
How could Jarrod just flush them down like that?
She wanted to lash out at him, but her weakness confined her to hateful glares.
“Jarrod, you want me to die that bad?”
Jarrod, imposing, crouched down and warned, “Stop talking about death.
No more contraceptives.”
Contraceptives? Nicole was dumbfounded. He thought she was taking contraceptives? She had no need for them since her condition prevented pregnancy.
With a bitter laugh, she revealed, “Jarrod, those weren’t contraceptive pills. They were chemo pills. I have stomach cancer.
I’m dying…”
Her life-saving medicine had been flushed away in the toilet as if her only hope of life was washed away by Jarrod.
Under the unbearable pain, Nicole decided to stop lying, and to tell Jarrod the truth.
But his expression remained unchanged, even impatient.
“Anyway, I won’t allow you to take any of these,” Jarrod stated flatly, obviously thinking that she was lying.
Nicole laughed hollowly. “So, you still want me to be pregnant with your child?”
Jarrod replied nonchalantly, “I don’t mind it if you are pregnant one day.”
For him, a child seemed the surest way to bind Nicole to him.
Jarrod had thought about it. Given Nicole’s determined nature, if her father recovered or faced any complications during the surgery, she might vanish without a trace.
After careful consideration, he concluded that ensuring her pregnancy was the best course of action.
“Ha-ha-ha… You want me to bear your child out of wedlock?” Nicole smiled bitterly.
Jarrod’s frown deepened at her scornful tone. “It’s not out of wedlock. It’s our child.”
He then suggested, “You can raise our children and watch them grow.”
Nicole was unable to control her expression because the pain had drained her of any remaining strength.
“You are saying that you want me to be your secret lover for good?
How low can you stoop, Jarrod?”
Jarrod’s gaze darkened. “Would you rather I not marry Jamie?”
Nicole’s laughter rang out suddenly.
“Are you sure you’ll do anything I ask?”
Nicole’s face, bare without makeup, radiated charm. Her smile shone like flowers in full bloom.
Jarrod’s gaze intensified as he replied coolly, “I’ll consider it.”
For a brief moment, he contemplated offering to cancel the engagement with Jamie if Nicole agreed to have a child with him.
Yet, his pride prevented him from revealing his true desires, leading him to this compromise.
Perhaps, if Nicole stopped resisting him, he might shed his tough exterior and open his heart to her.
“And if I asked you to end your own life, would you? Would you willingly walk into hell?”
Nicole’s earnest tone underscored the gravity of her questions.
Jarrod’s eyes darkened and his handsome face was covered with the coldness.
“Do you really despise me that much?”
“Yes, I can’t stand you.”
The pain in Nicole’s stomach was intense, driving her to end the conversation quickly.