Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Audrey’s comforting pat soothed Erick’s worries like a cool breeze.
Only then did he fully wake up, relieved to see Audrey right before him. He couldn’t help but scrutinize her, still a bit anxious, and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Audrey nodded, assuring him, “I’m fine.” A small but genuine smile graced her lips.
Erick’s anger flared like a raging inferno at the thought of Katie’s repeated schemes against Audrey. “I won’t let her get away with this,” he vowed, his voice thick with resolve.
Audrey placed a comforting hand on Erick’s shoulder. “Hey, please don’t confront them. Ardlens isn’t our turf, and it would be better to avoid conflict. Let’s just go back home. Our dad is not getting any younger, and we certainly don’t want him to be caught in the middle of this. Why don’t we put an end to this?”
“Erick, we’ve been out too long. I want to go back to our dad,”
Audrey pleaded; her voice tinged with concern.
Erick affectionately ran his fingers through her hair, struck by her resilience and compassion, which reminded him of their mother. He’d promised to safeguard Audrey, always putting her wishes first.
With a nod, he replied, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
The following day, Audrey took care of some pressing company affairs, fully aware of Cornell’s ultimatum.
Elin, Audrey’s trusted friend, offered to handle the studio, granting Audrey to come back to her father’s side without worries. Audrey gratefully accepted Elin’s help.
After finishing her work, Audrey chose to walk home, savoring the solitude.
Unwittingly, she found herself near the Clement Group, steps away from a nearby cultural park.
She found the park’s Lovers’ Bridge, which was dressed in flowers that flowered in every season. This bridge stood as a testament to everlasting love, blossoming throughout the seasons of life.
The Lovers’ Bridge was a significant part of Audrey’s life, especially during her time at the Clement Group. She and Cornell crossed the bridge when they first met, and their relationship blossomed, just like the flowers that adorned it.
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Even after five years apart and their recent reunion, the bridge remained a symbol of their shared love, filled with cherished memories of joy and tranquility.
Audrey stood on the bridge and said goodbye to the past.
The letters “DG” on top of the Clement Group building shined Like stars in the sky, but Audrey’s heart felt as dark as a cave.
As she stared into the distance, a man’s voice surprised her. “It’s quite stunning, isn’t it?”
Audrey turned to see Henley standing next to her, and her face darkened like a storm cloud.
Unfazed by her expression, Henley gazed at the glowing letters, a smirk playing on his lips. “I enjoy this view as well. From here, you can see the entire Clement Group tower in its entirety.”
Audrey tried to walk away, but Henley grabbed her arm, his grip as hard as metal.
“Let me go!” Audrey protested.
Instead of releasing her, Henley pulled her close into his embrace, her face pressed against his chest, muffling her protests.
Audrey struggled to breathe as his hold tightened. “Henley, please,” she gasped, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Henley showed no intention of letting Audrey go.
Fighting against his greater strength proved futile, only serving to exhaust her further. Audrey ceased her struggles, submitting to Henley’s grasp.
Henley ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying her obedience. In a voice steeped in resentment, he began, “When I was a child, the word ‘noble’ enchanted me. Why should Cornell lead a life of wealth and privilege, while I, an illegitimate outcast, live like a vermin in the shadows?”
Audrey feigned a listening posture, all the while discreetly reaching into her bag.
Henley was like a man possessed as he shared his secret, “Audrey, I have something to tell you.”
Henley jabbed his finger toward the grand dome, his eyes shining with greed. “I should be there, at the pinnacle of power. It should be me standing there, not Cornell!” He laughed, a maniacal glint in his eyes.
Audrey listened intently, hanging on every word, trying to make sense of his diatribe.
“Do you know how much I’ve suffered? All the pain, the humiliation… It was never meant for me! Everything must be restored to its proper place!” Henley snarled, tightening his grip on Audrey.
“What do you mean?” Audrey probed.
Henley, his grin widening, merely chuckled and said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Sensing an opportunity, Audrey tried to bargain. “Let me go first. Then, I’ll listen to what you have to say.”
Henley leaned in, his chin resting on her hair, his voice heavy with longing. “Audrey, if Cornell didn’t have his wealth and status, would you still have fallen for him? If I was the one with everything, would you have loved me instead?”
His questions hung in the air, but Audrey’s answer, despite being stifled, was clear. “No.”
The mask of Henley’s civility was torn away in a flash of rage, and he glared at Audrey, his eyes turning bloodshot. “Why not?” he demanded, seething.
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“Because I don’t like you. And there doesn’t need to be a reason for that,” Audrey responded, unyielding in the face of his ire.
Henley, increasingly frustrated, insisted, “I’m not ugly. Lots of women are after me. So why won’t you love me?”
“Because…” Audrey hesitated for a moment.
With a swift flick of her wrist, Audrey struck Henley’s chest with a crackling force.
It was soon followed by the sound of sizzling as Audrey’s self- defense device contacted Henley.
Audrey swiftly withdrew her self-defense device, her gaze icy as she admonished, “Just as you are now, relying on brute force to dominate the weak, perpetuating inequality. Such tactics garner no respect.”
Henley hadn’t anticipated Audrey’s swift movement, Leaving him weak and defenseless. Struggling to rise, he couldn’t muster the strength to restrain Audrey.
Clutching his chest, Henley confronted her, pallor coloring his face.
“And what about Cornell? After being treated that way by him, here you are, observing his workplace like this. Is he truly worth it?”
Audrey’s gaze fell, her countenance drained. “I’ve severed ties with him. I stand here not in remembrance, but in farewell.”
With those words hanging in the air, Audrey departed.
Two shadowy figures materialized behind Henley, aiding him to his feet. They observed Audrey’s departure, one inquiring, “Sir, shall we intervene?”
“No need.” As the shock’s sting ebbed, Henley straightened, his gaze fixating on the resplendent dome of the Clement Group overhead.
Within Henley’s obsidian eyes glimmered a chilling resolve. He grasped that there were matters of greater importance at hand. Once he secured everything, he assumed rightful to him, he’d assess Cornell’s prowess, measuring their aptitudes against each other.
As for Audrey, with sufficient investment, Henley was sure he could claim her allegiance in due course.
Henley understood all too well that one bereft of possessions not only invited disdain but felt powerless. Thus, he wouldn’t squander this pivotal moment.
“Is everything in order?” Henley queried.
The black-clad guard responded, “The wedding’s personnel list is finalized, ensuring every key shareholder receives an invitation.”
Cornell’s wedding with Katie seemed ostentatious this time, with fewer shareholders invited to the evening banquet.
But Henley couldn’t abide such a slight. A momentous announcement loomed, demanding all Clement Group shareholders’ attendance.
“Sir, one more thing.”
Henley’s brow furrowed. “Speak.”
“Miss Foster has booked a flight to Swynborough, departing the day after tomorrow.”
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“Abroad?” Henley’s frown deepened. “Cornell’s wedding is in six days. It appears Audrey has no intent of attending.”
Yet, how could he let such an affair proceed without her?
“Find a way to compel her return by then,” Henley commanded. He wanted his triumph witnessed by Audrey, the woman he loved, and by extension, for her to witness Cornell, the thief who’d usurped his life.
“Understood.” The black-clad figure nodded and departed.
Henley’s gaze lingered one final time on the brilliantly illuminated dome. Soon, he’d ascend there, supplanting another’s existence. He craved the submission of all who’d looked down on him, their penance at his feet.
The eve of Cornell’s wedding with Katie arrived swiftly.
Within the skyscraper, Cornell held a wine glass in his hand, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
Matteo’s knock reverberated, punctuating the silence. Entering, he espied Cornell with the glass, unable to resist a word of caution.
“Mr. Clement, have you taken your medication? You should avoid drinking alcohol after taking medicine.”
Cornell set the glass aside, querying, “All set?”
“Yes, no hitches. We’ve ensured not even a whisper will disturb tomorrow.”