Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Without hesitation, she grabbed Cecilia’s hair and slapped her, fueling the drama.
Audrey knew Cecilia’s plan was to have Cornell witness her seeming madness. So be it. She would fully embrace the role.
Audrey stooped to gather the shattered fragments of a cup from the floor, pressing them menacingly against Cecilia’s cheek. With a sneer, she taunted, “Who do you think will come to your rescue? How would you feel if I slashed your face?”
Fear gripped Cecilia instantly. She couldn’t fathom Audrey’s sudden madness. Why did Audrey remain enraged even after knowing Cornell’s arrival?
Terrified of her face being marred, Cecilia broke down, sobbing, “Cornell… Help me… Help…”
Suddenly, a figure dashed from behind, seizing the broken glass from Audrey’s grip, yanking her away.
Unexpectedly, Audrey’s body was alarmingly light, like a sheet of paper, causing her to crash to the bedside table.
Instantly, her delicate face throbbed with pain, her face beading with cold sweat.
Cornell’s expression shifted to concern. Squatting beside Audrey, he anxiously offered his hand, asking, “Are you hurt?”
The next moment, his hand was abruptly swatted away.
“Fuck off!”
Audrey’s pale face contorted with evident disgust.
Cornell’s hand hovered, suspended in mid-air, his expression turning somber.
Suddenly, he felt arms encircle him from behind.
Cecilia, finding her savior, clung to Cornell, quivering.
Her fear rendered her speech disjointed.
“Cornell, Audrey has lost her mind. She crushed my knees… The pain is unbearable. Please, help me. She’s deranged. She might kill me…”
A nurse entered, visibly shocked at the room’s chaos. She quickly helped Audrey onto the bed.
The wound on Audrey’s ear, aggravated by Cecilia’s earlier assault, started bleeding anew, but Audrey seemed detached, her gaze icy as she observed their interaction, her eyes brimming with scorn.
Cornell assisted a still-crying, trembling Cecilia into a wheelchair.
Cecilia’s hands clung to his as if anchored by sheer terror. Her ability to feign distress was remarkable.
Previously, Audrey would have frantically offered explanations, fearing misinterpretation.
But now, Audrey was devoid of emotion.
Her only desire was a swift divorce, to distance herself from this disgusting man and woman and never encounter them again.
Though held by Cecilia, Cornell’s gaze lingered on Audrey, his concerns evident.
He instructed the nurse, “Get the doctor, quickly!”
Cecilia, mistaking his concerns for her injuries, clutched his hands tighter, her voice shaking.
“I don’t want to stay here, Cornell.
Audrey is unhinged. I’m terrified. Please, take me away…”
With a sneer, Audrey warned, “Yeah, Mr. Clement, escort your beloved to the doctor, or else I fear I may end up taking her life. Imagine the anguish you’ll feel then.”
Cornell’s brow furrowed. He gently pushed Cecilia aside and stepped toward Audrey, hand outstretched in an attempt to clarify, “”Audrey, you’ve got it all wrong, I didn’t…”
“Cornell!”
Suddenly, Cecilia clutched at his sleeve, her voice laced with panic.
“Be careful. Audrey has lost her mind. She blames us for her miscarriage and wants us dead because you saved me. Please, don’t approach her…”
Mentioning the miscarriage was like poking a bear for Audrey, yet Cecilia deliberately did so, prodding at her sorest spot.
Cornell couldn’t silence Cecilia in time.
“Fuck off! Get Lost!” Audrey’s cry was a blend of cold fury and deep sorrow, her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, bore into them with intense hatred.
Seeing that Cornell stood still, Audrey seized a crystal decoration from the bedside table and hurled it at him.
Boom! It collided with Cornell’s chest with a dull thud, leaving his complexion ashen.
“Help! Someone, help!” Cecilia’s scream was frantic, echoing her fear of Audrey.
As the doctor rushed in, a still-shaking Cecilia shouted, “Doctor, look at her. Isn’t she insane? Shouldn’t she be in a psychiatric ward? She’s trying to kill us…”
“Shut up!” Cornell’s interruption was icy and abrupt.
He then ushered Cecilia out of the room, showing a semblance of care.
Once back to Cecilia’s ward, Cornell, with hands in his pockets, turned to Cecilia and inquired, “What exactly did you say to Audrey?”
Cecilia’s heart fluttered when she heard this.
In her wretched condition, she was dismayed that Cornell’s concerns lay elsewhere, not with her immediate medical care.
The pain in her knee was relentless, and she suspected Audrey might have broken it.
Anger simmered within Cecilia, yet her face remained composed. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she said, “I had just gone to check on Audrey.
But before I could utter a few words, she lunged at me like a madwoman. It terrified me.”
“And what did you say to her?” Cornell inquired, his gaze intense.
Cecilia hadn’t anticipated Cornell’s persistent questioning. Being stared at by such a handsome man, no matter how many times, invariably sent her into a slight panic.
With a flicker of her eyelids and a voice choked with sobs, she replied, “All I asked was, ‘Audrey, what’s the matter? You look so pale.’ Then, out of nowhere, she attacked me.”
Cornell, observing Cecilia’s bruised face, asked sharply, “Are you sure you didn’t provoke Audrey in any way?”
Cecilia shook her head vehemently.
“Not at all. She kept accusing us of killing her unborn child.”
Wheeling closer to Cornell, Cecilia clutched at his clothes, her voice laden with fear, “Cornell, it was terrifying. You can’t imagine. She hurled a kettle at me and stomped on me. Look at the injuries on my arms and knees.”
She then lifted her clothing to reveal the wounds.
The marks on her face and limbs were undeniably real.
Cornell’s brow furrowed slightly, a reaction that secretly delighted Cecilia.
She believed Cornell felt sympathy for her.
Concealing her glee, she ventured cautiously, “Cornell, shouldn’t we commit Audrey to a psychiatric facility? There’s something seriously wrong with her…”
“That’s not for you to worry about,” Cornell responded impassively, his striking features softening, appearing less stern.
He began, “Regarding the men who abducted you recently…”
Cecilia, anxious, cut him off, “Cornell, have they been apprehended?
They must be severely punished!”
Her tone was laced with deep hatred.
“No. They all fell off a cliff and perished,” Cornell stated, his gaze drifting toward Cecilia.
With a sense of justice, Cecilia declared, “They had it coming! Their end won’t be pleasant.”
She had anticipated this outcome.
After all, she had orchestrated a sabotage to their vehicle’s brake, ensuring they wouldn’t be able to speed through the city.
Their only option would be the nearest mountain road, flanked by cliffs. A single drive up there meant certain death for them.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Cecilia. After enduring days of frustration, she felt triumphant at last.
Her actions had served a dual purpose. It was releasing her pent-up anger and eliminating her worries.
With this, she assumed Cornell was bound to grow disdainful of that insane Audrey.
Cecilia believed it was time for her to act more prudently.
“Cornell, thank you for rescuing me again.”