Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Miss Foster, what’s the matter?” he asked as he approached swiftly.
Audrey felt her head spinning, her body burning up. She struggled to focus. “Mr. Blake, could you help me get my phone?” she managed to say.
Cary reached into his pocket and produced a foldable phone. “Is this yours, Miss Foster?” he inquired, holding it out.
Audrey’s vision blurred, making everything appear double, including the phone in Cary’s hand. “Yes, it’s mine. Please, hand it over,” she replied, her voice strained.
Cary extended the phone toward Audrey. But as Reagan reached out, his grip unexpectedly loosened. The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a distinct click.
Cary looked down at the fallen phone and then at Audrey, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Oops, my bad. Your phone is broken now,” he said casually.
Audrey crouched down to retrieve her phone, only to discover it was no longer working.
At this point, a suspicion began to form in her mind. The restaurant’s floor was carpeted. How could her phone have broken so easily? This thought, coupled with her current physical state, made her wary.
As Audrey surveyed her surroundings, she noticed Cary inching closer.
A spark of realization ignited in her heart. With a determined effort, she bit her tongue tip and pinched her palm, forcing herself to stand. “Mr. Blake, I’m feeling better now. let’s leave,” she declared.
Cary blocked her path, eyeing her seemingly composed expression with doubt. Had the pill not worked as he expected?
Audrey met his gaze and offered a smile. “Shall we go now, Mr. Blake?” she asked.
Cary didn’t see this coming. If the pill didn’t work on Audrey, manipulating her would be challenging. If the drug had taken effect, he could argue that a delirious Audrey seduced him.
But if the pill didn’t work on Audrey, Audrey might accuse him of sexual harassment. This possibility made Cary uneasy. With an awkward smile, he said, “I’ll stay here for a bit more rest. You go ahead.”
“Okay. See you later, Mr. Blake.” Audrey maintained her composure as she spoke.
Audrey was about to open the door when Cary’s somber voice stopped her. “Wait a second!”
His voice made Audrey’s heart race. She froze, hearing the sound of leather shoes approaching.
“Miss Foster, what’s wrong with your arms? Why are they trembling like that?” Cary was getting closer to Audrey, filled with feigned concern. “How about I take a look at your arms? I’m quite skilled in massage,” Cary offered.
At his words, Audrey felt a chill run down her spine. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. He had discovered her pretense!
Just as Cary’s hand menacingly reached toward Audrey, in a swift motion, Audrey spun around and hurled her phone at his forehead with all her might.
“Ouch!” Cary yelled in pain.
Seizing the moment, Audrey lunged for the door handle. To her dismay, it was locked.
The next second, Cary grabbed Audrey’s foot and yanked it fiercely.
With a thud, Audrey tumbled to the floor.
Then, Cary’s sneering voice cut through the air. “You bitch! How dare you try to fool me!”
Cary removed his glasses, revealing his malevolent gaze. He then leaned in close. “Despite your bitchy attitude, you’re quite stunning, far more so than any film star,” he said.
Cary patted Audrey on the shoulder forcefully and his drool almost fell. His excitement was palpable. “I’m eager for our night together.”
With that, he grabbed Audrey’s arm and pulled her toward the couch in the lounge.
“Help! Someone help me!” Audrey cried out in panic. Her fingers clawed at the carpet so fiercely that she drew blood from her nails.
“Quiet!” Cary yelled as he gave her a brutal kick. “I swear, if you utter another word, I’ll kill you! Be silent!”
Audrey clutched her aching waist, but she didn’t stop her cries for help.
Cary, in his agitation, seized her hair and tried to force her face down into the couch cushion.
The sensation was excruciating as if Audrey’s scalp was being ripped off. The agony of her hair being yanked out brought tears to her eyes. But this pain somehow sharpened her thoughts, making her more aware of her surroundings.
Through her tears, Audrey begged softly, “Mr. Blake, please, I won’t resist. Just don’t harm me. I’ll follow your orders…”
At that moment, Audrey’s face was flushed. Her eyelashes were damp and quivering. This made her look pitiable yet endearing.
Overcome by his desires, Cary started fumbling with his belt and his mouth spewed crude remarks non-stop. “Oh, my dear, if only you’d complied earlier, I would’ve given you everything you wanted,” he taunted.
Cary leaned forward. He licked his greasy lips and his eyes gleamed wickedly. This sight made Audrey feel sick.
Realizing she had just one shot, and her strength was limited to this single attempt, Audrey acted swiftly. She deftly pulled out something hidden behind her neck.
Suddenly, a jet of liquid sprayed from the tiny bottle in her hand, hitting Cary directly in the eyes.
“Ah! My eyes!” Cary thrashed around wildly. His fists swung in all directions as he screamed like a madman, “You bitch! What on earth did you spray in my eyes? Damn it!”
Audrey felt fortunate she always carried pepper spray in her bag and had another bottle around her neck for emergencies. She felt grateful for her foresight.
She narrowly avoided Cary’s wild punches by ducking. Then, seizing the moment, she kicked him, sending him tumbling off the couch.
Cary lay on the floor, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain.
His curses and moans filled the air. “Fuck! I’ll kill you!”
Mustering all her energy, Audrey crawled and scrambled toward the door. With a burst of strength, she lifted a chair and smashed it against the door lock.
“Thud!” The sound echoed as the chair made contact.
The door remained stubbornly shut after her first attempt.
Meanwhile, Cary regained some semblance of clarity, and muttered continuous threats, “I’ll kill you!”
The gravity of her predicament became even clearer to Audrey.
In a bid to maintain focus, Audrey sharply slapped her own face, jolting herself back to the urgent task at hand. She grabbed the chair again and relentlessly hit the lock.
This time, her efforts paid off. After two forceful hits, the door swung open.
But Cary, still clutching his stomach, had managed to creep up behind Audrey.
With a pained expression, Cary held her shoulder firmly.
“Ah!” Startled, Audrey screamed, spun around, and landed another kick on him.
The impact sent Cary crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.
Thankfully, Cary had overindulged in a large meal earlier, which left him less agile. If not for that, Audrey might not have been able to overpower him.
Ignoring everything else, Audrey ran for her life. luckily, they were in a restaurant, and Cary had not set up any guards in a bid to avoid drawing attention.
However, the restaurant was eerily quiet at this hour, especially on this floor. Not a single staff member was in sight.
Trusting on her memory, Audrey sprinted toward the elevator. Her vision started to blur because of the drug she had consumed. She anxiously watched the elevator numbers climbing floor by floor.
“You bitch!” Cary’s sinister sound sent a shiver down Audrey’s spine.
She hadn’t anticipated Cary catching up so quickly!
Audrey had thought she was safe because the restaurant’s security cameras would deter Cary from chasing after her.
But Cary had not only caught up. He was in a disheveled state. His shirt was undone, and his pants were missing. He appeared terrifying.
Audrey realized something was terribly wrong. She was overwhelmed and was feeling defeated as she leaned against the wall. Frantically, she pressed the elevator button, hoping for rescue from whoever might be inside.
Cary, staggering and drooling, slurred angrily, “You thought you could escape? You harmed me! You bitch!”
He then gripped Audrey’s hair and forcefully pulled her back.
“Ah! let me go!” Audrey clutched her hair and cried out for help, “Help me!”
By sheer coincidence, at that moment, the elevator chimed, “Ding.”
The elevator doors slid open.
Audrey caught sight of weary gray-blue eyes and instantly shouted for help, “Help me! Save me!”
Then, a sharp slap resounded.
Cary angrily threatened, “If you scream again, I’ll kill you!”
Inside the elevator, Darryl leaned against the wall casually with his hands in his pockets. He appeared indifferent. He had no interest in intervening in such a petty issue.
Darryl remembered a previous incident where he had intervened in a couple’s fight. After injuring the man, the woman who initially sought his help turned against him and sued. This led to a year of ridicule from his friends.
Since then, he vowed never again to meddle in others’ affairs.
At that moment, Cary was pulling Audrey toward a corner of the corridor. Audrey’s pleas for help grew fainter.