Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
She had waited for him to return without eating anything, leading to a painful stomachache.
Crouched and panting heavily, Nicole pleaded, “Jarrod, could we go out tomorrow? I have a stomachache…”
Jarrod looked at her, devoid of sympathy, thinking she was just putting on an act.
Her acting looked convincing.
How foolish of him to feel pity for her.
Was he going to fall for her tricks again?
Jarrod stared at her with narrowed eyes and said in an icy tone, “If you don’t want to go out, maybe I should ask your mother if she’s free to accompany me.”
As soon as he said these words, he reached for his phone to make the call.
“I… I’ll go,” Nicole said, struggling to suppress her discomfort.
Jarrod looked at her with utter contempt.
Although feeling unwell, Nicole climbed into Jarrod’s car. He drove to the club at full speed. As soon as Nicole stepped out of the car, she could not hold back anymore and vomited.
The acid reflux caused intense pain. Nicole wiped her mouth with a wet tissue and was shocked to find out she had vomited blood again.
When the pain somehow subsided, Nicole straightened up to find Jarrod had already entered the club without even looking back at her.
Nicole followed Jarrod in a hurry. But when Jarrod saw her come in, he still pressed the door close.
The abrupt movement of the elevator nearly made Nicole vomit blood again.
Jarrod’s eyes held a mocking glint as he stared at her.
Nicole felt a pang of pain in her heart. She wanted to know why he was acting this way. Their relationship was improving, wasn’t it? How could his behavior change suddenly?
After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked, “Jarrod, what’s wrong? If there’s something on your mind, can’t you just talk to me about it?”
The elevator doors slid open, and Jarrod stepped out. But just as he was about to enter a chamber, he stopped.
“Nicole, do you really think you can fool me again?”
“I didn’t…”
With a mocking smile playing on his lips, Jarrod played a video in front of Nicole. The conversation between Nicole and Audrey was audible.
ALL of a sudden, Nicole’s face drained of color.
“Jarrod, you’ve got it all wrong. What I meant was…”
Before she could finish, Jarrod grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall.
“I don’t want to hear your lies. Just do as I say.”
Nicole, gasping for air, turned a shade of purple and was unable to utter a word.
This video was taken out of context. She had been referring to a memory from school, a time when Jarrod was innocent and gullible. She used to make up stories about boys giving her love letters, just to see Jarrod get jealous and ignore her.
Back then, Jarrod was naive and easy to trick.
Nicole had not meant to imply that Jarrod was still easily fooled.
She just thought he might have retained some of his old traits.
Seeing her struggling for breath, Jarrod released her.
Nicole collapsed to the floor, gasping.
Jarrod glowered at her.
“I’ve given you a few days of peace. Have you forgotten what it’s like to be in torment?”
Nicole looked up at him with despair and hurriedly explained, “It’s not what you think, Jarrod. I was just…”
Jarrod sneered and arrogantly used the toe of his shiny leather shoe to lift Nicole’s chin, an act that was utterly demeaning.
“Seeing your hypocrite face makes me sick,” he said with utter disdain.
Nicole’s lips quivered, but no words came out. She knew arguing with him was futile.
Whatever she said, Jarrod would not believe her.
With this thought in mind, she braced herself for the impending ordeal.
“Get up,” Jarrod commanded.
Nicole forced herself to her feet.
In Jarrod’s eyes, every move she made was to deceive him.
Jarrod glanced at Nicole with revulsion, pushed the door open, and walked into the room.
Inside, several middle-aged men stood to greet Jarrod.
Jarrod acknowledged them with a nod and took his seat.
These men were CEOs of their respective companies. Though older than Jarrod, they were aware that Jarrod was more powerful and influential than them.
Recently, they were eager to collaborate with Jarrod on a lucrative project. However, they had yet to agree on terms as Jarrod’s proposed price was exceedingly low.
Jarrod’s shrewdness often rubbed people the wrong way. But they had no choice but to engage in discussions with him.
During the meeting, Deniz noticed Nicole standing at the door. He turned to Jarrod and politely asked, “Jarrod, is she your girlfriend?”
“Deniz, your vision must be failing,” Jarrod replied with scorn.
“She’s not my type. She’s here for your entertainment.”
The implication was clear to everyone. She was merely a whore.
Despite the warmth of the room, Nicole felt a chill.
It was only then that she realized Jarrod’s intentions.
The brief sense of warmth she had felt earlier that day shattered with his words.
A bitter smile crossed Nicole’s face. She had been deluded to think Jarrod had softened up when getting along with her.
He had never taken the time to listen to her side of the story, not even a single word.
In Jarrod’s eyes, Nicole’s sorrow was nothing but an act.
At this moment, his dark and foreboding gaze fell on her, and he demanded, “Aren’t you going to start undressing?”
Suddenly, Nicole’s complexion drained of color.
Was Jarrod unaware that beneath her coat, she only wore her underwear as he instructed?
Removing her coat would be akin to standing naked for all to see, wouldn’t it?
In the past, Nicole had joined clients for dinners, but always dressed in her professional attire.
Being a Lawrence, people would only dare to mock Nicole with words, never mistaking her for a mere whore.
But now, Jarrod seemed poised to tarnish her good name in this entertainment place.
The other two men perked up.
“Stop acting so prim and proper. We’re not here to watch you hide behind that coat. Off with it, and make it quick.”
“Yes, entertain us well and you’ll be handsomely rewarded.”
Their expressions were filled with unsavory intent, making Nicole reel as if she had been struck across the face.
Jarrod, watching her frozen stance, let out a sardonic laugh.
“Let’s remember, Miss Lawrence hails from a respectable family.
Perhaps we should allow her a moment to consider.”
“Really? That’s rather dull. Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the time being?”
With a gesture from Deniz, a group of barmaids entered, dressed in revealing attire and drawing all eyes.