Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell’s eyes narrowed slightly, giving him an intimidating aura.
“Please release me,” Audrey requested calmly, having taken a deep breath to steady herself, her tone displaying indifference. She was aware that the angrier she became, the more control he held over her.
“You’re not considering another kiss, are you?” Audrey posed her question with a mocking smile. “Mr. Clement, is your desire that insatiable? If you’re truly that horny, I can find you some prostitutes.”
Audrey intentionally belittled Cornell, anticipating that someone as haughty as he might explode and lose interest in her after hearing such words.
As she had expected, Cornell’s gaze turned even colder, and he released his hold on her. “Do you believe I’m horny for women?”
His voice grew icy, concealed anger simmering beneath.
Audrey’s racing heart gradually settled. Her little tricks had evidently worked. She pressed on, her tone nonchalant, “You’re reading too much into it. I don’t even know you. I merely inferred from your actions that you might be missing a woman in your life.”
In her eyes, he held no significance. “Mr. Clement, could you please step aside?” Audrey rubbed her sore wrist, her patience wearing thin.
Cornell’s eyes bore into her, an inscrutable blend of emotions lurking beneath the surface.
Audrey cared little for his thoughts and began to move past him, intending to leave.
But in an unexpected twist, her shoulder grew heavy, and her body found itself pressed against the wall once more. His slender lips promptly met hers.
Cornell’s eyes shut, kissing her with a fervor that bordered on madness. He persisted as if trying to reclaim something lost, unwilling to relent.
Audrey’s eyes widened, confronted by his handsome face in such close proximity.
As the realization dawned upon her, her anger flared. She couldn’t fathom his audacity. He was behaving like a rogue once more.
Cornell had thrust his tongue into Audrey’s mouth, prompting her to shut her eyes and fiercely clamp down on his intruding tongue.
An instant later, the unmistakable taste of blood spread in their mouths.
A resounding smack followed promptly. The sound of Audrey’s palm striking Cornell’s cheek was crisp and reverberated in the room.
It felt as though everything around them had frozen at that moment.
Bearing her simmering anger, Audrey stomped forcefully on Cornell’s leather-clad foot.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have little impact, as he displayed no signs of discomfort on his face.
Audrey regretted opting for flats today. Heels might have been more effective. “Mr. Clement, if your desires are so insatiable, go find your beloved Cecilia. Must you persist in pestering me?”
Cornell sported a crimson mark on his otherwise handsome visage, a faint hint of blood lingering on his tongue. His dark eyes narrowed, his voice carrying both anger and restraint. “I want no one but you.”
“But I want nothing to do with you. I don’t like you. I don’t know you. I despise you. Is that clear enough for you? Can you understand it now?” Audrey’s eyes revealed nothing but disgust and irritation, devoid of any emotion whatsoever. Not even a glimmer.
Observing this shattered Cornell’s heart into pieces. The once-joyful gaze she used to cast upon him had metamorphosed into pure loathing.
Nonetheless, Cornell clung steadfastly to Audrey’s hand.
Audrey issued a stern ultimatum, “Are you releasing me, or shall I summon the authorities?”
A searing ache persisted in Cornell’s chest, and he chuckled bitterly with brooding anger. “Go ahead and summon the authorities.”
Audrey stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. Her words were nothing but an oral threat. Without concrete proof, she knew it was pointless to involve the police.
Audrey turned her gaze to Cornell, her voice cold. “Mr. Clement, do you have feelings for me?” she asked abruptly, changing the subject.
Cornell was caught off guard, his Adam’s apple moving noticeably as he replied, “Yes, of course. Why else would I do all these things?”
His mind traced back to the efforts he’d made to orchestrate their encounters, making them seem accidental. If he didn’t care about Audrey, why would he go to such lengths?
Audrey’s response was a scornful laugh. “But to me, it seems like your interest in me is only because I resemble your former wife.
After all, you two haven’t seen each other in five years. What if one day you lose your interest, Mr. Clement? Will you discard me like trash or keep me locked away at home?”
Cornell felt a heavy ache in his chest at her words. His voice, strained and rough, broke the silence. “Audrey, that’s not how it is.
I would never treat you like that. You’re my wife, and no one can take your place…”
Hearing this, Audrey felt a stabbing pain in her head. She took a deep breath to steady herself and responded, “In your memories, I’m your wife. But I don’t remember anything about you. To me, you’re a stranger. And I hate how you force things on me, justifying it by saying we’re a couple. Do you really think this is fair to me?”
Audrey’s voice was cold and unwavering, causing Cornell’s heart to break into pieces. His eyes lost focus and he couldn’t utter a word for a long time.
“Is this your way of caring, Mr. Clement?” Audrey’s eyes sparkled with scorn as she added, “So, your love is nothing but selfish demands, ignoring others’ feelings.”
Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Cornell’s grip on Audrey loosened.
His heart felt so heavy that he struggled to breathe.
“Audrey…” He tried to explain, to say something. His mind was flooded with thoughts. But these words were meaningless to Audrey.
After all, she had lost her memory of their shared past. She couldn’t grasp his words, and, more to the point, she was done listening to him.
Meanwhile, Audrey couldn’t stand the unexplainable pain in her head any longer. “Mr. Clement, to me, you’re just a stranger. I don’t feel anything for you. Regardless of our past, I know nothing about you.
Please, don’t force me into anything, or I might start to hate your gut.”
With those words, Audrey turned and walked away, not once glancing back. She moved swiftly, eager not to show any awkwardness in front of Cornell.
But as soon as Audrey left the room, her consciousness began to fade.
It felt as if a wild creature was tearing through her head. The blow left her head spinning and her vision blurry.
Cornell’s words echoed in her mind, mixing with her own thoughts. For a moment, she almost remembered something, but then it slipped away.
She was intermittently tormented by a deep sense of frustration.
The chaos in her head drove Audrey to the brink of madness. She shook uncontrollably and then started to collapse.
Just as she was about to hit the floor, a strong, warm hand caught her. Then, she faintly heard Stefan’s voice. “Audrey, are you okay?”
Stefan shielded Audrey from the wind, holding her close against his chest in a protective embrace.
Under the streetlight, Audrey’s face glowed, giving her an angelic appearance.
“Stefan… Audrey whispered weakly as if those words took all her strength.
With a soothing and steady voice, Stefan reassured her, “Don’t worry, Audrey. Just relax. I’ll help you into the car.”
His calm voice and comforting presence, combined with his intellectual aura, helped Audrey to calm down. Stefan gently took her hand, his tall figure shielding her like a protective barrier.
All the surrounding noise seemed to fade away, blocked by his presence. This gave Audrey a sense of security and inner strength.
She fell silent, allowing Stefan to assist her into the car.
Cornell, hurrying after Audrey, caught sight of this touching moment.
Suddenly, it felt as if an unseen force was squeezing his heart. He staggered back for a few steps until there was nowhere left to go.
The night was dark and still.
Outside Audrey’s house, Cornell sat in his car. He had followed Audrey and Stefan all the way here, every passing moment a torment.
He suppressed his anger, holding back from any reckless actions.
Finally, Cornell felt a wave of relief seeing Stefan leave Audrey’s place.
Yet, that didn’t ease his distress.
Cornell’s heart ached as though it was bound by a slender rope.
The night was deepening.
Seated in his car, he silently smoked, filling the ashtray with cigarette stubs.
His face was devoid of any expression, a stark contrast to the confident, dominant Cornell of before. Now, he appeared utterly disheartened.
Events had unfolded in a way he never anticipated. He had believed that by holding on, Audrey would eventually change her mind and fall for him.
But he hadn’t considered how Audrey actually felt about him. To her, he was a stranger. With the look in her eyes and her way of treating him, it was clear to Cornell that Audrey had no recollection of him.
His actions only seemed to push her further away.
Sitting in the car, Cornell pondered whether this was what they called karma for his lack of timely protection and explanation.
Cornell had spent the entire night in the car, waiting outside Audrey’s place, doing nothing but sitting in silence until the break of dawn.
At eight in the morning, Audrey stepped out and immediately noticed the black luxury car.
Their eyes met as Cornell stepped out of the car.