Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Those men quickly obeyed, not daring to disobey.
Jarrod pinned Nicole’s battered figure against the wall.
“Even in the face of death, Nicole, you defy me, didn’t I tell you that you need my permission to die?”
Nicole’s hands dropped, limp. She couldn’t lift them.
It was then that she realized that he had said he needed her permission to die.
She lacked even the freedom to control her own life and her own death.
A hauntingly beautiful smile appeared on Nicole’s face.
“Jarrod, it doesn’t matter if you say no. My body is failing. You can unleash all the hate you want. I’m dying.”
At that moment, Nicole longed for death. Wouldn’t he offer her freedom?
Jarrod was livid at her words ??to die! Again. Her repeated mention of death was almost like engraving that word on his forehead as a harsh reminder to him.
Was he seeking her pity? So why couldn’t she simply give in to him, stop resisting and avoid despicable acts?
Jarrod didn’t believe he was going to die, but the word “die” from her lips always made him uneasy.
He convinced himself that his uneasiness was because he didn’t want her to die so easily. He had more revenge to execute. Why did he think she could just die?
Maybe it was another ploy of hers. She wasn’t going to buy it, not one bit!
Jarrod gripped her shoulder tighter.
“Don’t try to fool me with this, Nicole, you think I’m still the old Jarrod who’d listen to you?”
Nicole scoffed.
“The Jarrod I knew is no more. Now, all that’s left is a demon.”
Nicole’s laughter was hysterical, pain clenching her stomach.
Jarrod’s irritation increased. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the coffee table. His voice was icy.
“You still have the audacity to defy me!”.
Nicole, helpless, looked at him in disgust.
“Jarrod, you are nothing but a cruel beast!”.
Jarrod’s grimace was icy.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? When I was unconscious, you were busy with other men, weren’t you? I have to satisfy your needs.”
Nicole’s words faltered, realizing that arguing with him was futile.
Jarrod, now more demon than man, looked down at Nicole’s neck. He leaned down, his tongue found the throbbing artery and sucked mercilessly.
Nicole gasped, her body trembled, tears ran down her cheeks.
That was her artery, a vulnerable spot where a little more force could be fatal.
Jarrod hovered over her, with an ominous whisper.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never want another man.”
His hand moved underneath, feeling her heat.
At times like this, it reminded her that she was alive.
Nicole’s hair was disheveled and wet tears clung to her eyelashes.
She felt like a helpless fish on the chopping block.
Just as her intimacy grew, a knock on the door broke the moment.
Jarrod’s response was cold.
“Go away!”
Outside, Alec hesitated before speaking.
“Mr. Schultz, Miss Powell is unwell, she’s asking for you.”
Hearing Jamie’s name relieved Nicole.
Jarrod was about to continue, but the persistent vibration of his phone interrupted him.
He slammed his fist against the glass of the coffee table and stopped abruptly.
Nicole’s breath was brief. Jarrod dressed, nonchalantly fetched a jacket for her and took her with him.
They arrived at a cottage Jarrod had bought for Jamie.
To his surprise, Jamie was standing in the driveway, visibly ill.
Jarrod ran to him, crying.
“Where have you been?”
Jarrod stroked his hair tenderly, his gaze soft.
“I’m here now.”
Seeing Nicole in the car, Jamie’s face hardened. He was upset that Nicole was unharmed and still pregnant.
Unhappy, she asked, “Jarrod, why is Nicole here?”
Jarrod, his thoughts confused, merely nodded.
Jamie persisted, “Why did you bring her here?”
“You were sick, so I brought her to take care of you.”
Jarrod looked toward the car with a cold expression.
“You can come out now.”
He didn’t reveal his true intentions. Secretly, he wished he could keep Nicole tied to him.
Reluctantly, Nicole stepped out of the car, aware of Jarrod’s twisted mentality.
Jarrod, ignoring her, hugged Jamie and headed for the elevator.
Nicole had no choice but to follow him.
Once inside, Jamie kissed Jarrod in front of Nicole.
After leaving the key, Jarrod went to take a shower, apparently averse to the smell that enveloped him.
Left in the living room were Jamie and Nicole.
Jamie arrogantly ordered Nicole, “Go peel some fruit for me.”
Nicole dutifully went to the kitchen, fumbled with a fruit knife and began to peel it. She placed the fruit on a plate and set it out for Jamie in the living room.
But Jamie didn’t eat. Instead, he teased Nicole.
“Didn’t Jarrod bring you here to serve me? Where’s your servitude? Shouldn’t you get down on your knees and feed me?”
Nicole understood then why Jarrod had brought her. He was going to make her receive humiliation at Jamie’s hands.
But suddenly, an idea struck Nicole. She picked up a fruit fork, knelt before Jamie and offered him a smile.
“By all means, let me feed you.”
As the fruit neared Jamie’s lips, Nicole stood up abruptly, wrapping her arm around Jamie’s neck, fork in Jamie’s artery.
“Ah! Jarrod! Help!” Jamie’s scream echoed, bringing Jarrod out, clad only in a towel.
Nicole, holding Jamie, spoke clearly to Jarrod.
“I want the contract, the original and all the pictures. Hand them over to me.”
Jarrod’s face was a mask of ice, his expression unyielding. He had not anticipated that Nicole, even with an injured hand, would dare such an act.