Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
I hate that you don’t love me anymore.
After saying this, she slammed the key to the chain on the floor and ran out of the apartment.
As soon as she got downstairs, she turned off her phone and hailed a taxi. While still trembling, she asked the driver, “Mister, can you give me a cigarette?”
The driver was a little taken aback, but he handed her a stick.
Nicole took it, but she didn’t light it. She just put it near her mouth, inhaling the scent of the tobacco.
Through this scent, she felt like her father was by her side, giving her strength.
Her father still lay in the hospital bed, unconscious. It had been half a month, and she didn’t have much time left.
She was not even sure if her acting just now would have any impact on Jarrod.
Nicole would only know whether she had won or lost after seeing his next reaction.
If she won, she and her family could live a stable and peaceful life.
If she lost, she would go down. But she would drag Jarrod with her.
Time passed by quickly, and Thursday came.
Audrey received a reply to the resume she had sent out, inviting her for an interview.
Her excellent grades in the university and the various certificates she had obtained were all counted as her strengths. They gave her an advantage.
Her interviews went smoothly, and two companies wanted to hire her.
In the end, she chose Bright Minds Academy because it was a national chain and had greater growth potential.
She was immediately taken to the HR Department to sign the employment contract. Then, she was told to start working on Monday.
Audrey took out her phone, wanting to share this good news with Nicole and celebrate with a dinner together.
But before she could make a phone call, her phone rang.
It was Mrs. Barton, her neighbor in Tenassie, calling.
Audrey asked a favor from Mrs. Barton to look after her house there, so they exchanged phone numbers.
“Hello, Mrs. Barton! What’s going on?”
Mrs. Barton’s panicky voice came on the other end of the line.
“Audrey, you need to come back. Someone has splashed some red paint on your grandmother’s grave.”
Audrey’s face instantly turned pale upon hearing this.
Mrs. Barton couldn’t explain the situation clearly on the phone, so she just urged Audrey to immediately come back.
Audrey panicked. At the thought that her grandmother’s grave was ruined, she trembled all over. She rushed to the train station. But when she bought a ticket, she found all the tickets for that day had been sold out.
She tried to book a taxi using her phone. But since it was a long- distance ride, no one accepted her booking immediately.
While she was still at a loss, a black Bentley stopped steadily in front of her.
When the car window was rolled down, Audrey was stunned.
Audrey was surprised when she recognized the driver of the car. It turned out to be Matteo.
Matteo looked at Audrey and asked respectfully, “Mrs. Clement, where are you going?”
Audrey was slightly stunned when she heard Matteo’s address to her.
But suddenly, Cornell’s cold face when she saw him a few days ago flashed through her mind.
It took a while before she answered, “Matteo, I am no _ longer Cornell’s wife, so please don’t call me Mrs. Clement anymore. I am Miss Warburton.”
She guessed Cornell wouldn’t be happy to hear Matteo call her Mrs. Clement.
Matteo looked a little embarrassed. He replied, “Alright, Miss Warburton.
So, where are you going? Can I give you a ride?”
Audrey looked at her phone. No one had accepted her booking yet. She hesitated, considering whether to accept Matteo’s offer. Maybe she could ask him to take her to the station where she could take a taxi.
“Well…”
“Matteo, why do you always meddle in other people’s business?”
Before Audrey could say anything, a deep and displeased male voice interrupted her.
She was a little surprised, not expecting that Cornell was also in the car. The windows were opaque, so she couldn’t see inside.
Her face flushed for a moment, then it turned pale. She felt incredibly awkward.
Cornell continued to address Matteo, “Since you have so much free time, go to the construction site in Ardlens and keep an eye on things for me.”
Matteo was rendered speechless.
Actually, Cornell was the one who noticed Audrey on the roadside and asked him to stop the car.
Matteo understood that assistants like him must have the ability to read the situation and recognize things that didn’t need to be explicitly spoken by their bosses.
When Cornell spoke, his tone sounded mechanical and cold. Audrey didn’t need to see his face to know how impatient he was now.
Audrey knew Cornell had gotten impatient because of her. Matteo was only implicated.
At the thought of this, she felt like crying. She must admit she was hurt.
But Audrey forced herself to smile. She didn’t want to be with Cornell in the same car, so she had to lie to Matteo.
“Thank you, but it’s okay. Someone is coming to pick me up. You go ahead.”
Matteo was a little hesitant. He glanced at the rearview mirror nervously. Sure enough, Cornell’s face looked very gloomy.
Cornell noticed the kind of look Matteo gave him. His brows furrowed tightly as he yelled, “Are we not leaving yet?”
“Miss Warburton, we’ll go ahead,” Matteo said, nodding at Audrey. Then he rolled up the car window, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
Before Audrey could react, the black luxury car disappeared from her sight.
The rims of her eyes were still red.
She was hurt, but she also knew Cornell had every reason to ignore her. After all, they were strangers to each other now.
Obviously, Cornell had moved on. But how about Audrey? Why did his coldness still make her feel sad?
Maybe because she had loved him for ten years. So, when they suddenly became strangers to each other, it was inevitable that she felt a bit aggrieved.
She remembered not only the good times they had but also the pain he had caused her.
Audrey knew all wounds took time to heal.
For now, she had a more important matter to deal with. So, she put aside her other thoughts and focus on her current predicament.
Until now, no taxi had accepted her online booking. Maybe because Tenassie was too remote. No driver would want such a long-distance drive.
With every tick of the clock, Audrey’s anxiety grew.
Suddenly, a car honked, interrupting her thoughts.
Then, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of Audrey. The window rolled down, revealing the face she hadn’t seen for a long time. It was Henley.
“Hi, Audrey! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Henley was pleasantly surprised to see Audrey.
“Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride.”
Audrey looked at her phone again. No one took her orders yet, so she decided to tell Henley the truth. She got in the car and said, “Can you please take me to the station?”
“The station? Why? Are you going somewhere?”
Henley glanced at his watch.
“It’s rush hour. At this time, it’s difficult to get tickets. You may not even buy one.”
“I’m going to Tenassie. I have something important to deal with there.”