Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
And then it clicked. No wonder his behavior was bizarre. There must have been some kind of anomaly in the result.
“Where’s the report?” Audrey demanded. She would not back down until she saw it with her own eyes.
“Do you really need to see it?” Cornell responded with a wry smile.
“Don’t you already know what you’ve done? You hooked up with your stupid senior and even my uncle, and then acted as if you’re Miss Goody Two-Shoes? You weren’t a virgin when we got married, were you?
You make me sick!”
Every word he spat out was insulting, and he grimaced due to the sharp pain in his head.
Hearing this, a myriad of emotions washed over Audrey, and her eyes welled up with tears.
For a brief moment, her hurt expression seemed to hurt Cornell.
Slap! Audrey raised her hand and slapped Cornell across the face.
An imprint of her hand could be seen on his face, indicating how forceful the slap was.
“Cornell, you bastard!” Audrey spat, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust.
Livid, Cornell’s face turned red, and he bellowed while grabbing her chin, “Do you want me to disable your hand?”
The instant he raised his hand, Audrey’s tears streamed like hot pearls, burning the back of his hand.
Cornell froze and felt a pang of pain in his chest.
He looked at Audrey’s small face beneath his hand. An outrageous thought suddenly crossed his mind. He wanted to kiss away her tears.
But almost as quickly as the thought arrived, he dismissed it.
Without a word, he dragged her into the bathroom, pressed her into the bathtub, and turned on the shower head.
Cold water rained down, drenching Audrey from head to toe. With her eyes tightly shut, she fought against his grip.
“What are you do…”
Before she could finish her words, Cornell tore her clothes, making the buttons fly everywhere. Then, without warning, he stripped her of her clothing.
The bathroom had no heater, and the shower’s cold water chilled Audrey to the bone. Her teeth clattered, but it was humiliation, more than cold, that she felt.
She covered her chest with her hands and shivered uncontrollably. Her face was wet, but it was impossible to tell whether from the water or her tears.
“Cornell, I hate you!” Audrey spat while quivering like a leaf. At last, she opened her eyes and tiredly said, “Let’s get a divorce.”
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe this marriage had been doomed from the start.
Now was the time to correct this mistake.
Audrey lifted her head to fight back tears. Her once-sparkling eyes were now clouded with gray mist.
For a fleeting moment, Cornell caught a glimpse of desperation in her eyes.
Why was she looking at him like that?
How could she wear such an expression if she was the one who had cheated on him?
“Divorce?” Cornell lifted her chin and sneered, “I’m the only one who can decide when and how this relationship ends. If you want out, you’ll have to wait until I’m done playing this game.”
As soon as he said these words, he yanked off his tie with a forceful tug, tied up her hands that were covering her chest, and raised them above her head. And lastly, he tied them on the shower rack overhead.
But he was not done yet. He pressed her legs down, forcing her into a humiliating posture.
Audrey’s mind went blank. Her hands were tied up over her head, and her legs, which had been pinned down, hurt.
“You pervert, let me go! Let…”
Cornell lowered his head and locked Audrey in a fervent kiss.
Helpless, Audrey could only let him kiss her.
Cornell was not satisfied until Audrey’s lips were red and swollen.
Without a word, he stood up and unbuckled his belt.
Without further ado, he took off his soaking wet trousers and stared at her with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a choice. Up or down?”
Before Audrey could respond, Cornell sneered, “Never mind. No need to decide. It’s been used by others. I think it’s dirty.”
It took her a moment to grasp his intention.
Cornell stood before her, his long legs in trousers spreading out on either side. He bent down a little, gently lifted her chin, and coaxed her to open her mouth.
A quick glimpse and Audrey got it, her face going ashen.
Unable to shake him off, she shut her eyes firmly, her voice quivering.
“You! You’re out of your mind… Stay away from me!”
He adjusted her position, seeking the right angle. With gentle fingertips, he held her delicate chin and drew her closer.
“The decision isn’t in your hands.”
Abruptly, Audrey’s eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushed, and she shot him an enraged glare.
“If you dare to be reckless, I’ll bite hard on your dick!”
They were so close to each other, the tension between them palpable.
Cornell chuckled playfully.
“If you don’t want your baby, just go ahead.”
A single sentence from him had the power to control her.
For the sake of her baby in her belly, Audrey wouldn’t take any chances. She gasped.
“Will you do this to Cecilia?”
Cornell’s handsome face was marred by a cruel and ruthless expression.
“I only keep you around because we have good sex. You should be aware of that.”
When a man grew irritated, he often acted rashly, uttering foolish words.
Cornell bumped into her with a frigid demeanor and rasped, “Don’t even think about comparing yourself to others. You’re not worthy.”
Audrey let out a scream, her face turning a deep shade of red.
“Hmm… ahem…”
Noticing her anguished expression, Cornell scoffed.
“Is this the first time you’ve been treated this way? Good. You’ve fooled me long enough. I’ll claim your first time regardless.”
In that instant, Audrey’s thoughts evaporated. She felt powerless to think or resist.
Cornell was in a similar state, consumed by a rush of adrenaline that surged throughout his body, giving him a near-death sensation.
His fingers dug painfully into the soft skin of her cheeks, but he felt as if he was already a shell of himself.
Tears streamed down Audrey’s face.
All the cherished memories they once shared were shattered by his words, “You’re not worthy.”
To him, she was simply a means to satisfy his sexual cravings.
A sudden, piercing pain surged through her, and it felt as though it had taken over every inch of her body.
Audrey’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson, her eyes sealed shut.
Unable to make much sound due to her obstructed mouth, she felt frail.
Soon, her vision blurred, enveloping her world in a radiant white haze.
The only figure that remained clear was the man before her, impeccably dressed in a white shirt and smirking as he was doing something crazy to her.
Finally, sensing something amiss, Cornell stepped back, pinched her cheek, and inquired icily, “What’s the matter?”