Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Jarrod made no move to resist or defend himself, simply enduring her grasp.
Nicole, weakened by her emotions and recent events, lacked the strength to strangle him.
Exhausted, she finally released him.
But in a surge of fury, she clamped onto Jarrod’s arm, biting down with all her might.
Her teeth broke his skin, drawing blood. Nicole tasted it, a mix of sweetness and saltiness.
Nicole’s bite remained unyielding as though she wanted to tear the flesh from his arm.
Jarrod winced in pain but did not push her away.
The pain seemed to alleviate his guilt, knowing she was still fighting.
“You bitch!” Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the air.
Jamie charged in, her foot striking Nicole with force.
Bang! Nicole was kicked over.
“Eww…” After rolling a few times, Nicole coughed up blood. Her face was ghostly pale, presenting a ghastly sight.
“You lunatic, how dare you attack Jarrod! I’ll kill you!” Jamie yelled.
Fueled by rage, Jamie raised her foot, poised to strike Nicole’s head.
Bang! Out of nowhere, a sudden kick sent Jamie sprawling to the ground.
The force of the kick made Jamie roll even further than Nicole had.
“Ah… Who kicked me… Who?” Jamie was caught off-guard by the unexpected and powerful kick.
By the time she regained her footing, Jarrod had swiftly carried Nicole into the car and driven away.
Jamie tried to follow, only to be hit in the face with the car’s exhaust.
Frustrated, Jamie stamped her foot and let out a cry. “Ahhh!” She reluctantly chased after them.
In the car, Jarrod’s arm continued to bleed because of Nicole’s bite, yet he seemed not to care about the wound.
Amidst the howling wind and rain, the car sped toward the funeral parlor.
Nicole remained motionless, almost lifeless. Curled up in a corner, she was on the edge. If Jarrod moved any closer to her, it could set her off into a frenzy of self-harm and vomiting blood.
Jarrod kept his distance, fearing to provoke her further.
Those past few minutes felt like an eternity to him. He pondered what could have happened if Nicole had more strength or a better angle to kill herself by dashing toward the concrete flower bed.
He could have lost her forever. This thought alone was enough to shatter him.
Inside the funeral parlor, morticians were frantically preparing Wesson’s body.
Nicole refused to sit. She crouched by the door to the embalming room, like an abandoned puppy, her eyes fixed on the door.
Inside was her father. He was the man who had once carried her on his shoulders under the sun and shielded her from the rain, ensuring she never felt a single drop.
With him, there had always been a ray of hope. But now, her world had fallen apart. The cornerstone of her family was gone.
Finally, the door to the embalming room opened, and Nicole, overwhelmed by grief, crawled inside on her knees.
Jarrod, witnessing her fragile state, hesitated to intervene, fearing she might unravel further.
Beneath a white cloth lay Wesson, silent and still.
Nicole, her hands quaking, barely found the voice to ask the staff, “Can you… Can you lift it up?”
As Jarrod moved to assist, Nicole’s voice, seething with resentment, stopped him, “Don’t touch him!”
Her words carried all the strength she had left.
Nicole’s eyes were filled with despair. “Don’t touch him, and don’t you dare come near my father. Please!”
Jarrod, feeling a rush of anger, was about to respond when his phone vibrated disruptively.
Without a word, he stepped outside to take the call.
Inside, the staff unveiled Wesson’s face.
Despite efforts to repair it, the numerous stitches gave it a ghastly appearance.
“Ah… Ah!” Nicole’s scream echoed through the room, a sound of pure agony.
Her heart felt as if it had been pierced, leaving a deep, throbbing wound.
Her stomach, already in knots, twisted in excruciating pain.
Outside, Jarrod was on the phone with Alec, who was managing the situation back at the building.
“Mr. Schultz, Miss lawrence’s mother collapsed after hearing about Mr. lawrence’s suicide. She fell badly and suffered a serious head injury.
She’s in critical condition,” Alec informed him.
Jarrod’s reaction was immediate. “What?”
Alec added gravely, “The doctors say she sustained a severe head injury with internal bleeding. She may not wake up.”
“Useless!” Jarrod’s voice thundered. “What the hell are those doctors doing?”
He massaged his temples, struggling to rein in his emotions. “Spare no expense for the best medical care. She must be saved.”
Jarrod’s voice quivered, betraying his inner turmoil. He seemed to be speaking to Alec, but also muttering to himself. “She can’t die.
Nicole can’t face another loss.”
Alec, hearing the rare shake in Jarrod’s voice, understood the gravity of the situation.
“Understood, Mr. Schultz,” he responded promptly.
After ending the call, Jarrod turned to see Jamie clutching a soiled wedding dress, his footprints marring its white fabric. He was too anxious earlier.
“Jarrod…” Jamie’s voice broke, laden with tears. Today, meant to be her big day, was ruined by Nicole.
Reflecting on the earlier incident, Jamie suspected Jarrod might have been the one who kicked her over.
If true, it meant Jarrod’s feelings for Nicole surpassed any gratitude toward her. Jamie felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown, but knew she had to maintain composure. Now was the time to be even more gentle and patient, contrasting herself with Nicole’s deep resentment toward Jarrod.
“Jarrod, are you alright?” Jamie gestured to his bloodied cuff. “Is your arm okay where Nicole bit you?”
Jarrod’s gaze lingered on her briefly before he responded calmly, “I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know Nicole was going through such a distressing situation. When I saw her attacking you, I acted impulsively. Should I apologize to her?”
Jamie cast her eyes down, adopting a submissive demeanor.
The stark whiteness of Jamie’s wedding dress seemed glaring to Jarrod.
He said softly, “No, I have treated you badly today. I promise to make it up to you later. Please, go back first.”
Jamie, feeling a sting of resentment, realized Jarrod was likely planning to spend time with Nicole.
However, she noticed a softening in Jarrod’s tone.
“Alright, I’ll leave first. Take care,” Jamie replied gently, masking her true feelings.
As Jamie walked away, Jarrod’s thoughts lingered on Nicole, wishing for a semblance of peace with her.
After Jamie turned the corner, her expression changed. She recalled overhearing Jarrod mention the critical state of Nicole’s mother.
Two tragedies in one day? Jamie decided this news needed to reach Nicole.
She made a call, instructing, “Find out where Nicole’s mother is and her condition.”
Audrey, confined in the villa, relied on television for news.
Bored, she flipped through channels, stopping abruptly at a news report.
“Local businessman Wesson lawrence died today in a fall…”
Her mind reeled. Nicole’s father had committed suicide?