Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
When Matteo encountered the four large boxes at the company’s front desk, he was taken aback.
Luckily, Audrey had foreseen his surprise and had already texted Matteo, “I’m finding it hard to deal with Mr. Clement’s stuff left here. Could you handle it, Matteo?”
Her message maintained a polite yet distant tone.
Matteo lugged four large boxes into Cornell’s office.
Looking up in surprise, Cornell caught Matteo’s awkward explanation.
“These are your items from Miss Foster’s place. She sent them over by courier.”
“Alright, just set them down over there.” Cornell returned his gaze to the document in his hand, expression unreadable.
As night took over, the city lit up. With the workday at an end, the office had mostly emptied out.
Cornell entered the lounge alone and began opening the boxes. He found household items, clothing, and shoes, all neatly organized.
He touched each item slowly, as if he could feel Audrey’s hand in their arrangement. He pictured her sorting through these items, much like the evenings he’d return to find his clothes for the next day already ironed and waiting in his room.
His heart ached as his fingers clenched a perfectly ironed shirt, crumpling it.
Cornell managed a wry smile. The mess of wrinkled clothes didn’t seem to bother him. This was his life. His life was never smooth sailing.
Audrey had returned to her normal routine and her packed schedule gave her little opportunity to think about anything else, her days completely occupied.
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At noon, Audrey intended to ask Elin about a client. Upon entering Elin’s office, she noticed Elin focused deeply on the computer.
A familiar name echoed from the computer’s speakers. “Miss Glyn, you’ve been seen frequently at the Clement Group recently. Do you have some good news to announce with Mr. Clement?”
Audrey glanced at the screen and saw Katie in a beige coat and a loose cotton dress, clearly showing her pregnancy.
Upon spotting Audrey, Elin panicked and attempted to close the page, but accidentally maximized it instead.
In the video, Katie responded with a graceful smile, “Yes, an announcement is coming soon.”
“Soon?” The reporter extended the microphone toward Katie and asked, “Is the announcement from the Clement Group?”
With a calm smile, Katie chose not to reply directly. “Thank you for your interest. It will be announced when the time is right. Please, let me go ahead.”
Katie carried herself as if she were the hostess of the Clement Group.
In her rush, Elin shut off the monitor.
However, the main computer remained on, and the voice continued to broadcast. “The spokesperson for the Clement Group announced that the CEO, Cornell Clement’s wedding date will be revealed soon, with a press release to follow. This is Bonnie Barton reporting for the financial news. Now, back to our host. Thank you.”
The host quipped, “This wedding is grabbing a lot of attention. It might even settle the longstanding feud between the Clement and Glyn families, especially with those rumors about Katie’s questionable dealings within the Clement Group.”
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“Once, a Clement Group insider stated seriously that Mr. Clement had criticized the Glyn family’s unethical transactions in a meeting. Following that, the Glyn family’s stock took a nosedive. But as we see, rumors are just that. With the rumors now cleared, the Glyn Group’s profits are climbing once more. They say behind every great man is a great woman, and it seems Mr. Clement, a titan of finance, truly adores Miss Glyn. And there’s news that Miss Glyn is pregnant…”
Elin slammed her laptop shut. She was relieved that she had finally turned off this damn computer. “Audrey…” she began, unsure of what to say next.
Elin’s curiosity about Cornell’s high-profile wedding was the only reason she had been browsing.
Audrey responded calmly, “It’s okay.”
Audrey then opened a file and said, “Could you reach out to the client and check if he’s okay with this change?”
After a lengthy discussion about work, Audrey remained composed.
Elin felt a bit eased. She wasn’t sure if Audrey had truly let it go or was just pretending everything was fine.
When it came to feelings, comfort from others often wasn’t enough.
One need to move on.
Audrey went back to her office and tried to keep busy, but found herself unable to focus. News of Cornell’s upcoming marriage still affected her deeply.
She stood up and walked over to the window, hoping the sight of the greenery would soothe her. However, her heart was still in chaos, and she found no peace.
After knocking, Matteo entered Cornell’s office.
Cornell was slumped back in his chair, looking exhausted.
Matteo reported, “Mr. Clement, Mr. Erick Foster is here to see you.”
Cornell raised his eyebrows. “Erick?”
“Yes, I didn’t say you were here,” Matteo added quickly. He chose not to mention that Erick seemed furious, as if ready for a confrontation.
In Matteo’s view, it was best if Erick and Cornell avoided each other for now. Cornell seemed too fragile to handle any more stress.
Yet, Cornell ordered, “Take him to the reception room. I’ll head there soon.”
Matteo wanted to persuade Cornell, but ultimately, he just nodded and agreed, “Okay.”
When Cornell stepped into the reception room, he found Erick standing by the window, leafing through a Clement corporate yearbook.
“Erick,” Cornell called out as he always did.
Erick turned around, his face noticeably cold. “Mr. Clement, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t recall having anything to do with you.”
Before Cornell could reply, Erick scoffed. “There’s no need to address me that way anymore. Just look at what you’ve caused.”
Despite Erick’s harsh words, Cornell maintained a composed and indifferent expression, showing no sign of embarrassment.
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Erick, ever a protective big brother for Audrey, found it hard to keep his cool around Cornell. He had heeded Audrey’s words, and only after a few days did he come to confront Cornell.
Had this happened just two days earlier, Erick would have likely lost his temper and clashed with Cornell.
With a clenched jaw, Erick tossed a document onto the table. “Mr. Clement, I’m returning this absurd will to you!” He sneered, “You know, if you just change the name on it, you might actually impress Miss Glyn.”
Cornell replied indifferently, “No need. I’ve already declared this will void.”
Erick was at a loss for words. If it wasn’t for Audrey’s sake, he’d have punched Cornell until Cornell couldn’t speak. How could Cornell disrespect the Foster family like this?
Erick scoffed. “Very neat.”
Cornell didn’t say anything. No matter how much Erick taunted, he listened quietly. It seemed that he didn’t want to conflict with Erick from the beginning.
Erick wanted to lash out, but Cornell’s silence gave him no excuse.
He clenched his fists, then relaxed and slid his hands back into his pockets, turning toward the door.
Just as Erick opened the door, he stopped and said, “Cornell, I really regret letting you two get back together. If I could turn back time, you wouldn’t get that chance again.”
Cornell stayed quiet.
Erick gave a resigned smile and said, “Well, it’s time to rip off the Band-Aid.”
Actually, Erick shared the same suspicion as Audrey. Cornell, who had once risked everything for Audrey, even his life, now claimed he didn’t love her anymore.
After a moment’s thought, Erick asked, “Are you planning something?”
After a long pause, Cornell replied slowly, “No.”
This response was expected. With a smile, Erick said, “You view Audrey too weak. She doesn’t need all that protection. The approach you’re using is exactly what she rejects. Congratulations! You’ve lost her forever! Audrey will never come back to you.”
With those words, Erick opened the door and left without a backward glance. The door slammed shut behind him.
Cornell stared at the closed door, remaining silent.
Then, suddenly, the sound of things hitting the ground filled the room.
Matteo rushed in immediately and noticed the chaos on the floor. A whole display case of trophies lay shattered.
Matteo had hurriedly run in at the commotion, assuming Erick hit Cornell. He nervously surveyed Cornell, relieved to see the latter wasn’t hurt.
There hadn’t been a fight, then. So, what exactly had happened here?
Racking his mind, Matteo asked with concern, “Mr. Clement, are you okay?”
Matteo thought there might be injuries hidden under Cornell’s clothes that he couldn’t see.
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