Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Suddenly, the elevator chimed and opened.
Outside, an elderly woman caught sight of the two and quickly turned away. She muttered, “Young man, can’t you do that at home? There is a CCTV camera in the elevator.”
Audrey snapped back to reality and shoved Cornell away. It was a swift and effective way to end the passionate kiss.
As their eyes locked, a faint smile graced Cornell’s lips. However, an unsatisfied longing tugged at his heart, urging him to hold her close, pressing her against his chest.
“Your Lips and your body still remember me,” he said confidently.
“ihat does that prove?” Audrey asked angrily.
Cornell’s strength left her with no choice but to rest her hand on his chest as she attempted to keep calm.
“You still love me,” Cornell declared firmly.
“I don’t love you anymore, Cornell.”
“But I love you. Let me love you,” he said as he held her tightly and nuzzled his head against her neck.
“Give me another chance, Audrey. Don’t be so heartless to me,”
Cornell pleaded.
Despite his arrogance, he humbled himself amid this unending pain of living without Audrey.
Tears welled up in Audrey’s eyes, not out of sentiment but because she realized she had lost too much.
She had been waiting for his confession of his feelings for her for so long. They were already divorced, yet he finally said he loved her. This wasn’t the worst thing. What hurt her the most was the loss of her unborn baby.
Heavens knew how much she longed to see that baby grow and hear it speak.
However, it could never be.
“It’s too late to say you love me.”
She wouldn’t love him anymore, and she wouldn’t give him another chance.
Moreover, she questioned whether he had ever truly loved her.
Cornell had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Did he know what love was?
In her opinion, his affection had been more of possessiveness and reluctance since she had schemed to end their marriage and chose not to love him anymore.
“It’s mot too late, Audrey. As long as you give me a chance, it will never be too late,” Cornell insisted.
But Audrey, unimpressed by his words, responded calmly, “Cornell, do you enjoy being disliked by others? I won’t love you again, and I won’t give you another chance. I’ve told you the umpteenth time.”
Only a fool would repeat the same mistake, and she was determined not to fall into that trap again.
Why would she give him another chance to hurt her again?
She had endured enough pain once, and she had no intention of reliving it.
Cornell’s heart ached at her indifference. He firmly held her shoulder and looked at her intently.
“Audrey, I won’t allow it,” he declared, refusing to accept her decision not to love him.
Audrey was exhausted by his persistence and loosened her posture.
“Why are you so persistent, Mr. Clement? A divorce is meant to free us from each other’s lives and allow us to move on. You are a rich man and have no shortage of women around you. Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
Veins bulged on the back of Cornell’s hands as he stared at Audrey, desperately searching for a trace of love in her eyes.
But Audrey’s eyes remained cold and unyielding.
The pain in his heart deepened as if a cold dagger was piercing his chest.
He felt as if he was on the verge of losing his sanity. If not for the tiniest shred of reason remaining, he might have locked her away and kept her by his side.
In a final attempt, he firmly said, “I only want you.”
Audrey looked at him and responded with a cold sneer, “But I don’t want you anymore.”
Cornell tightened his grip on Audrey’s shoulder and said through gritted teeth, “You can’t say that.”
The impact of their divorce on Cornell was unexpected to Audrey.
Admittedly, Audrey had not fully moved on from him. When she lost her unborn child, her resentment toward Cornell intensified.
Her hatred for Cornell was her coping mechanism to alleviate her pain.
But she realized it was time to let go. The first step to living a good life was to let go of the miserable past.
Audrey brushed off his hand, straightened up, and said with a neutral expression, “Cornell, I don’t care what’s on your mind. I’m starting a new life, anyway. Ideally, exes should wish each other well in their future marriages. If you can’t do that, I won’t force you. But please, stay out of my life.”
New life? Marriage? Staying out of her life?
Cornell looked up, and his expression turned icy.
“Are you planning to marry someone else?”
Audrey met his gaze and pondered over his question.
What was wrong with her statement? Did he expect her to stay single forever?
One relationship with a wrong guy like him did not mean she despised all men.
Having lost her family, she longed to build one of her own.
But she was not in a rush to get into a relationship right now. Even if she did meet one great man someday, she would be cautious and not blinded by love.
However, these were not her immediate concerns. Her focus was on bettering herself.
“I’m only 22,” Audrey said frankly.
“Even if I’m not marrying now, I will in the future.”
Cornell’s hand tensed, and blue veins stood out on the back of it.
Moreover, his heart twisted in pain. How he wished he could lock her up, so she would not be able to leave him.
How could he let her marry someone else and then expect him to give the damn blessing?
“Try it then,” he challenged with a cold expression.
Audrey met his gaze and forcefully pushed him away while stepping out of the elevator.
Cornell’s handsome face grew darker as he watched her leave.
“Audrey, you will come back to my side,” he declared with the same certainty Audrey had used when asking for a divorce.
Audrey, unsettled, quickly shut the door behind her and leaned against it.
Cornell’s assertive tone left her anxious.
Their past was a mix of sweetness and sorrow. She did not want to experience it all again.
She could maintain her composure once or twice. But what if this kept happening? How could she ignore it?
On the other side, Cornell stared at the closed door, feeling completely shut out by Audrey.
She seemed adamant to leave him and start anew.
He reminisced about their happier times, her sensitivity, and the way she responded to his flirtations.
Had she forgotten about those?
The thought of another man witnessing her shy pouts was unbearable.
Terrible ideas kept sprouting in his mind.
Just then, Cornell’s phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.
It was an urgent call from his grandpa’s place.
Cornell turned to leave. But before he walked away, he could not resist looking back at the closed door.
Did Audrey really mean it when she said she did not want to see him again?