Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
The room, sealed from the outside world, obscured his features, allowing Cecilia only the faintest impression of his handsome silhouette.
Could it be Cornell?
Overwhelmed, she rushed to embrace the silhouette, only to be repelled by a sharp kick from polished leather shoes.
Squeak! A small but shrill scream, coupled with the fluffy touch, made her roll on the ground like getting an electric shock.
Oh! Oh no! To her horror, she realized she had crushed a mouse.
Bloodied and soiled, Cecilia shrieked uncontrollably, scrambling forward in despair.
“Cornell, I beg you, free me… You owe me, Cornell. Ignoring me for her will be your downfall… I will end Audrey, I swear it…”
Her ravings painted the picture of someone truly unhinged.
“Idiot,” a disdainful voice cut through the darkness.
Frozen, Cecilia registered the unfamiliar, yet melodic voice. It was not Cornell’s.
Regaining a shred of composure, she demanded, “You’re not Cornell.
Who are you then?”
“Me?” The man’s voice carried a hint of amusement.
“I’m here to save you.”
Cecilia, puzzled, echoed, “Save me? But why?”
Instead of answering, the man posed a question, “Are you aware that you’re pregnant?”
“I’m… Pregnant?”
Cecilia felt as if Lightning had struck her.
The persistent illness she’d experienced recently now made sense.
She’d attributed it to inhaling peculiar odors, but the truth was, she was pregnant.
The child had to be Kyle’s, that bastard.
Furthermore, she had administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to dupe Cornell. Even if she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby would be malformed. She rejected the very notion of giving birth to this baby.
Dropping to her knees, she implored the young man before her, “Please, I need to terminate this pregnancy. I can’t bear to give birth to it.”
“Well…” The man scoffed dismissively.
“From this moment, you’re keeping the child. Be it a beast or a freak, it might just restore your former glory.”
Cecilia’s tears crystallized on her cheeks.
“Is it possible? Can you truly restore my old Life?”
“Yes.” With that, he departed, the resounding clang of the iron door sealing his exit.
A flicker of hope ignited within Cecilia.
Abandoned by her family, she was her own last resort.
Even if this lifeline was laced with venom, she was desperate to grasp it.
She harbored a fierce desire to confront Audrey, the root of her woes in her eyes.
It was all due to that bitch!
“Damn that bitch to hell,” Cecilia seethed.
Meanwhile, Audrey made her timely visit to the villa on Tuesday.
With Hector absent and only a maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce’s presence upstairs and proceeded to knock on his door.
Receiving no response, she persisted, even attempting to call him.
No one dared to disturb Bryce’s slumber. Roused in irritation, Bryce yanked open the door.
“What’s this all about?”
Disheveled with tousled blue hair, Bryce had clearly just awoken.
Audrey offered a calm smile.
“You’re up. Time for your class.”
Bryce rolled his eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?”
Flopping back onto the bed, he declared, “Teach whomever you please.
I refuse to participate.”
Undeterred, Audrey entered and began playing a pre-recorded reading.
She then settled beside it with a book, immersing herself in silent reading.
The record prevented Bryce from returning to sleep. Annoyed, he sat up and bellowed, “Can’t you recite that farther away?”
Ignoring him, Audrey continued, prompting Bryce to lunge for her player.
Audrey took the player near her chest and wrapped her arms protectively over her chest, stating evenly, “Try that again, and I’ll accuse you of harassment.”
Bryce halted abruptly, recognizing the tactic all too well.
Previously, he had used such an accusation to rid himself of three tutors.
He had falsely claimed to Hector that his teacher harassed him.
Rage flared within Bryce, and he exclaimed, “Who do you think is harassing you? Have you seen your own reflection? I’m far too attractive to be labeled as a creep. Don’t try to pin this on me.
I’ll turn the tables and accuse you of harassment!”
Audrey regarded him with a serene gaze.
“Isn’t it more sensible that you’re the harasser?”
Bryce found himself at a loss for words, seething with indignation.
What was the implication of that look she gave him? Surely his attractiveness wasn’t in question?
He considered himself the pinnacle of handsomeness. Did her derisive gaze suggest otherwise?
“Explain yourself. Am I not attractive?” he demanded, his ego bruised.
His numerous admirers at school had never questioned his looks.
Audrey maintained her composure.
“Feel free to have your father scrutinize my background. Rest assured, I’m not interested in a child.”
She had come prepared, knowing full well the fate of his previous tutors.
Audrey was determined to not only defend herself but to anticipate Bryce’s maneuvers.
In essence, she was resolved to deny Bryce any opportunity to make her lose this job.
Bryce, infuriated, retorted, “Who are you calling a child? Do you dare to…”
As Audrey turned away, her indifferent expression seemed to echo, “Is it not you who is harassing me?”
Bryce, dumbfounded, met an opponent he couldn’t best for the first time.
“You!” he stuttered. Finally, he managed to blurt out, “You’re shameless.”
Audrey gave him a brief look.
“Care to elaborate?”
In other words, she was questioning who the shameless one truly was.
Bryce felt utterly outwitted. How could she assert such moral high ground?