Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Howe grabbed her firmly by the hair and cursed, “Shameless! You should be honored.”
He dragged her up the stairs by her hair and opened a door. It felt to Nicole like walking into hell.
Howe proceeded to tie Nicole to a chair. The ropes were specially designed. The more she struggled, the tighter they tightened.
Trembling with rage, Nicole screamed, “If you touch me, I won’t let you get away with it! I’ll press charges and make sure you pay.”
“I’m curious, how do you plan to make me pay? I don’t care even if you don’t consent. Try it on me and you’ll like me,” Howe sneered.
“Bullshit!” bellowed Nicole at the top of her lungs. “Don’t even think you’re above the law!”.
With a terrifying smile, Howe approached Nicole and said, “Miss Lawrence, you’re pretty stubborn. Let’s see if you can keep it up.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
A slap! The sound of the slap was crisp and harsh.
Nicole’s head jerked to the side and her ears ringed from the impact.
Howe grabbed her by the hair again and slapped her repeatedly.
A puff of blood escaped Nicole’s lips. It felt like her scalp was being ripped off and pain shot through her body.
Howe let out a maniacal laugh, seemingly pleased with himself. “Let’s see now how stubborn you are!”.
Tears blurred Nicole’s vision, but she could still make out the figure of a despicable being approaching her.
With a mischievous look, Howe muttered to himself, “That’s not good enough….”.
That was just the appetizer. The main course had not yet been served.
Meanwhile, Nicole felt the pain she was enduring increasing. Tears cascaded down her face as she faced the harsh reality.
As the moments passed, her mind faded and the world seemed to have calmed down. She couldn’t even utter a word or move her arms. It was as if she had lost control of her entire body.
For an eternity, Nicole felt like a puppet. Her eyes were lost and her lip was stained with blood from biting it so hard. It seemed as if she had no strength left.
Howe, on the other hand, seemed to have calmed down. He took a small white pill from the cabinet and swallowed it with a sip of water.
He had erectile dysfunction, so he had to take a pill before having sex.
Nicole’s figure was undeniably exquisite. Despite her slenderness, she had perky breasts and an upturned ass.
Howe’s breath quickened as he imagined what she planned to do. Thinking it was time, he began to unbuckle his belt.
Nicole felt as if she had descended into a pitch black abyss. She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Unfortunately, she was weak and helpless and didn’t even have the strength to fight. She could only watch as Howe approached her.
“Damn it!” Howe cursed suddenly, frustrated at his own lack of control. He hadn’t even started, but he had already ejaculated. In his mind, Nicole’s amazing body and his fantasies about her were to blame.
“Argh! Fuck!” grumbled Howe inwardly. He took the medication again.
This time he increased the dosage and popped seven pills into his mouth.
Then he pressed a button on the remote control and the projector in the room played the images of the torments he had inflicted on Nicole earlier.
Howe, twisted as he was, loved to watch people agonize.
Of course, he was aware that he would be better off doing something. But since Nicole was not physically strong, he feared killing her if he went any further. He wanted to have fun with her while she was alive. He wouldn’t feel the same if she died. So he prolonged his fantasies by playing the video of her suffering over and over again.
Nicole’s eyes widened as she realized that the video playing was of her being beaten. Her lips trembled and tears streamed down her face like a relentless storm.
“You bastard!” Each word was like a sharp blade piercing her heart.
If his hatred was hell, Howe would have turned to ashes by now.
Meanwhile, Jarrod was with Jamie for their pre-wedding review.
Their wedding was a week away.
The venue was set, hotel reservations were made and invitations had been sent out. All the details were meticulously organized.
During the long review, Jarrod sent a text message to Nicole, but received no reply. He frowned, annoyed. He knew she had no sense of gratitude.
What a fool he was for going to the trouble of hiring a cardiologist for his father.
Jarrod had his plans for Nicole well thought out, especially after he married Jamie.
Nicole’s father’s illness required more than surgery. As long as Nicole needed his help to save her father, she would have to comply with his demands.
In other words, Nicole had no way to escape his clutches.
After waiting about 3Q minutes, Jarrod received no response from Nicole. He tried calling her, but was redirected to her voicemail.
This only added to his frustration. He scoffed at the thought of her ignoring his calls.
Enraged, Jarrod called Alec and ordered him, “Find out where Nicole is.”
Shortly thereafter, Jamie emerged from the examination room. She excitedly proposed to Jarrod that they go back now. She wanted to try on her wedding dress again, just for Jarrod.
With their hectic schedules lately, Jarrod hadn’t spent much time with Jamie lately. He had assured her that he would be by her side throughout the day.
On the way home, Jarrod’s phone rang. It was Alec.
Jarrod answered the call using his Bluetooth headset.
After hearing Alec’s words, Jarrod’s normally stoic demeanor visibly cooled.
Bang! Without warning, he slammed on the brakes and made a sharp U-turn, speeding off in another direction.
Jamie, feeling a sudden sense of uneasiness, asked, “Jarrod, where are we going?”
Jarrod didn’t answer, his face a mask of cold determination as he continued to drive.
“Ah!” Jamie suddenly clutched his stomach, screaming in pain. “Jarrod, my stomach really hurts.”
Jarrod let off the accelerator and looked at her with concern. “Your stomach hurts?” he asked.
Jamie, sweat dotting her forehead, nodded vigorously, wincing.
“Yes, it hurts so bad…”.
In response, Jarrod stopped, quickly got out of the car and carefully lifted Jamie out of the car.
“Don’t worry. Alec will be here soon to take you to the hospital,” he reassured her before closing the car door and driving off.
Left alone, Jamie was stunned, barely able to process what had just happened.
She was dumbfounded that Jarrod would leave her alone on the road like that.
Frustration and anger welled up inside her. “What the hell? This is ridiculous!”
She shouted, stamping her foot in irritation.
She was convinced Jarrod’s haste was due to Nicole, that bitch he was always worried about.
Determined, Jamie pulled out her phone and called Howe, her eyes blazing with anger.
However, his calls went unanswered.
At Howe’s house, the video playing loudly on Howe’s device drowned out the sound of the vibrating phone.
Howe, who had been preparing himself for a while to avoid further earlier embarrassment, approached Nicole.
By this time, Nicole had regained her composure, knowing that the only one who could save her was herself.
When Howe approached her with an evil glint in his eye, Nicole suddenly recoiled and kicked him hard in the face.
“Ow! Damn it!” Howe screamed in surprise and fell to the ground.
Nicole also fell, but the chair broke her fall and prevented serious injury.
Struggling, Nicole crawled with the chair toward a small knife, the same one Howe had used on her earlier.
Despite its sharp edge, it seemed too small for her.
Firmly, she sawed through the ropes, freeing first one hand and then the other Meanwhile, Howe, recovering from his fall, advanced toward Nicole, holding his sore face. He stomped on Nicole’s face, cursing, “You bitch! You deserve it! Are you still resisting? I’ll see how you manage when I’ve removed your limbs.”
Howe grabbed a chair and swung it hard.
“Ah! Fuck!” Howe let out a cry of pain as the chair in his hand crashed to the floor.