Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Desperation etched on her face, she appeared on the verge of collapse.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally saw a dim light.
“No…” Unable to speak because of the sorrow, Nicole cried as she crawled toward the gruesome scene.
The sight was unmistakable. Her father’s features were beyond recognition…
She remembered choosing the sapphire blue suit and tie for him this morning. Acting like a spoiled child, she told him, “You look younger in this suit.”
Wesson smiled warmly, responding, “That’s great to hear. I’m still strong, so nobody can harm my dear daughter…”
As the rain poured relentlessly, the blood flowed from Wesson’s body, mingling with the rainwater, while Nicole knelt beside the corpse.
The blood belonged to Wesson, the man who gave Nicole life and nurtured her…
But how had it come to this?
Frantically, Nicole tried to approach her dad, but staff members restrained her, gripping her arm firmly.
“Dad, how could you leave me like this? Dad, don’t you care about me?
Why won’t you respond? Dad, let’s go back home. Together…”
Nicole even coughed up blood amidst her sobs. Tears mingled with blood streaked down her face.
The scene was both horrific and heart-wrenching.
A black cloth was draped over Wesson’s shattered body.
“No! Don’t take him! Don’t take my father away! Please stop!” Nicole screamed.
“Don’t take him away. He’s always cold in the winter…” Nicole whispered hoarsely.
Wesson’s blood, diluted by the rain, spread across the ground.
Nicole’s heart felt as if it had been carved out, leaving her in unbearable grief.
“Dad…” She would never again hear him call her by her affectionate nickname. Her world had shattered…
By the time Jarrod arrived, Wesson had already been placed in an ambulance.
The bloodstained ground was the silent testament to the tragedy.
Jarrod, shocked, stumbled backward.
He saw Nicole crawling on the ground. Their eyes met in a moment of shared pain.
It was not until this moment that Jarrod saw Nicole’s face clearly.
Nicole’s eyes were streaked with blood.
At that moment, Jarrod’s heart clenched as if gripped by an unseen force. He wanted to turn away, to hide.
But when Nicole saw him, her eyes blazed with hatred.
“My father is dead, Jarrod. I’ve lost my father. Are you happy now, Jarrod?” Nicole’s words were laced with scorn and void of emotion.
Jarrod was stunned by Nicole’s words.
Did he revel in the lawrence family’s tragedy? Not at all. In fact, it was the opposite.
Jarrod had never wished for Wesson’s death because it meant losing leverage over Nicole.
Jarrod’s mind was in turmoil, struggling to process the events.
He found it hard to believe Wesson would commit suicide. For what reason? Was it merely over debts? He would be willing to settle those debts if Nicole agreed to have his child.
“You said you’d destroy that contract, yet you used it to coerce my father. Jarrod, you’re nothing but snake! A fucking asshole!”
Nicole’s voice was raw with emotion.
Hearing this, Jarrod’s expression shifted.
He had indeed destroyed a copy of the contract but had kept the original secure. How had this happened?
He wanted to express sympathy for Nicole’s loss and clarify that he hadn’t used the contract against Wesson.
But he remained silent, realizing the leak of the contract had originated from his end, and therefore, he was partly the reason for Wesson’s suicide.
Nicole, her eyes red and voice quivering, continued, “I suffered in detention because of that contract. I even lost our baby. What more do you want? Jarrod, you’ve done the paternity test. You know it was your child. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Jarrod felt a pang of guilt at the mention of the baby. Indeed, it was enough.
The loss of their child was the reason why he longed for another with Nicole.
“You’re intent on ruining me and my family, aren’t you?” Nicole wept.
Jarrod, visibly shaken, managed to say, “No, that’s not…”
Nicole’s anguished cry interrupted him. “Why… Why couldn’t you spare my father? Why…”
Despair overwhelmed Nicole. She had strived to save her father, yet Jarrod’s actions were merciless.
In her agony, Nicole clenched her chest, striking it in an attempt to ease her pain in vain. Her heart ached. She felt as if she were in an icy abyss, the coldness seeping into her bones.
The crowd had dispersed, leaving the building’s entrance eerily silent.
Only the rain and Nicole’s despairing sobs filled the air, unsettling Jarrod deeply.
“Nicole…” Jarrod whispered, fearing his voice might startle her further.
In her vulnerability, Nicole’s eyes were a mix of red and gray. Red with bloodshed, gray with the loss of all hope.
Jarrod gazed at her, his heart heavy with sorrow.
“I didn’t give the contract to anyone. I’m as confused as you are.
But I promise to investigate and explain everything, okay?”
Nicole’s response was a bitter, hollow laugh. “An explanation? Jarrod, I won’t believe in you anymore! Remember when Howe had me in detention? You said the same thing. But what happened? I underwent another inhuman torture and even witnessed my father’s tragic end!”
This was the explanation Jarrod had promised! Nicole realized she should never have trusted him.
Jarrod’s heart clenched, a suffocating sensation overwhelming him.
He yearned to explain, but words failed him.
Nicole, meanwhile, had lost all expectation of an explanation. She gazed skyward, seeing a world devoid of hope.
“Jarrod, do you love to see me suffer?” A bitter smile crossed her lips. “Shall I make your wish come true?”
Jarrod’s face blanched as Nicole suddenly dashed toward the concrete flower bed.
Thump! The sound of impact echoed, her blood staining the flowers.
Jarrod, frozen momentarily, rushed to her, his mind a blank slate.
“Nicole!” he cried, grasping her shoulders. “Have you lost your mind?!”
Nicole, overcome with self-loathing, lacked the strength for self-harm.
Her face, marred by blood streaming from her temple, was a tragic yet haunting sight.
Jarrod was seized by panic.
“Jarrod, I’ll give my life to you. My life…” Nicole murmured weakly.
Blood dripped down from her face.
Jarrod’s heart raced, his voice icy with fear. “Don’t be foolish, Nicole! Remember your mother. If you’re gone, what will become of her?
Have you considered that?”
In Nicole’s eyes, Jarrod was no less than a monster. But if it would prevent her from harming herself, Jarrod was prepared to say anything.
Jarrod’s words struck Nicole like a venomous blade, piercing her heart. He knew exactly how to manipulate her.
Her resolve to resist him weakened, knowing she still had someone she cared about in the world. Her hatred for him intensified.
“I’ll kill you, you monster!” Nicole seethed, her grip tightening around Jarrod’s neck.