Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
She had kept her promise, staying in the Oasis Apartment until the last night before Jarrod’s wedding.
After her shower, Nicole checked her father’s health indicators for the day.
Everything appeared stable.
The renowned surgeon Jarrod had arranged was set to consult with her father tomorrow, with plans to schedule surgery.
This doctor’s success rate was notably high, so Nicole felt hopeful about her father’s upcoming operation.
The operation was scheduled for two o’clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Her father would attend the lawrence Group’s dismissing event tomorrow morning.
As the lawrence Group was closing down, Nicole’s father, concerned about his long-time employees, wished to personally bid them farewell.
With a busy day ahead, Nicole decided to go to bed early after her shower.
The door beeped as it opened.
Jarrod entered, noticing a suitcase in the living room. He was frustrated at the sight of it.
Nicole was truly ready to leave.
He cracked open the bedroom door, glimpsing Nicole’s silhouette on the bed.
This only heightened his irritation.
Ironically, whether he married or not, it seemed to make no difference to Nicole.
She appeared content, unaffected by the events around her.
Jarrod quietly undressed and slipped into bed beside her.
Nicole, half-asleep, thought she was still dreaming when she sensed Jarrod’s presence, She had taken a sleep aid to ensure a restful night for the busy day ahead.
Her mind was still foggy.
Turning around, she saw Jarrod’s face close to hers. She thought she saw him in her dream. Her expression was one of clear distaste as she murmured, “Ugh!”
How could she see this demon even in her dream? It was truly bad luck.
Jarrod’s expression darkened at her reaction.
In a punitive gesture, he pinched her sharply, causing her to wince.
Nicole’s eyes shot open, and upon realizing it was Jarrod pinching her, her confusion turned to anger.
“Jarrod?” Recognizing that it was indeed him, her anger flared.
How could he, on the eve of his wedding, be in her bed?
Frowning, she questioned him, “Why are you here? Our agreement is over, isn’t it?”
Their agreement had been clear. It would end upon his marriage.
She regretted her habit of not locking the bedroom door, a necessity due to Jarrod’s past behavior. locking it only led to break-ins and punishments.
Reluctantly, she had stopped locking the door so that he could come in easily.
She had no choice. After all, this was his home.
If not for her need of medical assistance from him, she would have thrown him out long ago.
Nicole’s eyes flashed with revulsion, which only fueled Jarrod’s anger.
Jarrod turned over, grasping her chin firmly, his voice heavy with suppressed fury, “Am I married yet?”
Nicole was at a loss for words.
Then, he began to remove her pajamas.
Nicole was appalled by his audacity.
“Stop!” she cried, struggling. “Don’t touch me!”
But Jarrod, tense and resolved, restrained her, preventing any movement.
In desperation, Nicole headbutted him.
Thump! Nicole used all her strength, her head throbbing with pain.
Jarrod paused, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“You are quite the fighter, aren’t you?” Jarrod remarked coldly.
Sitting up, he flicked a lighter, its blue flame casting shadows on his chiseled face.
With a cigarette between his lips, collar undone revealing his collarbone, he exhaled smoke. “Are you trying to nullify our agreement?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Nicole, perplexed and on edge, fixed her gaze on him.
Her earlier resistance was purely out of instinctive. She loathed the thought of having sex with him.
Despite knowing Jamie might learn everything, she couldn’t bear it, yet felt powerless to stop him.
“Never mind. Since you’re unwilling, consider our agreement ended ahead of schedule,” Jarrod stated indifferently.
Jarrod stood, slipping on his coat, his silhouette like a demon coming to life.
Nicole hurried to him, grasping his hand. “Jarrod, you can’t break our agreement!”
His eyes, dark and unfathomable, replied coldly, “Didn’t you want it to be over and done with?”
Nicole, her lips pressed tightly, grasped his intent. With a mix of anger and sarcasm, she shot back, “Jarrod… Aren’t you satisfied with Jamie? Or have you developed a taste for me?”
Jarrod raised an eyebrow. “You think too highly of yourself.”
Nicole retorted, fueled by his provocation, “You’re the one who’s given me this confidence.”
In defiance, she ran her fingers over his abs, taunting him, “Mr. Schultz, is this what you’re after?”
Her actions and words were a bold challenge to his pride.
She sneered, “What difference does it make? Once sleeping with you, ten times makes no difference to me.”
Nicole’s words struck Jarrod like a slap to the face.
If he still reacted, it meant he didn’t care about his pride.
Nicole knew Jarrod valued his dignity, making her provocation a gamble.
True to form, Jarrod’s expression shifted dramatically.
Nicole braced for him to storm out, but instead, he scrutinized her, noticing the defiance in her eyes.
He quickly deciphered her motive. She provoked him into breaching their agreement first.
He lifted her chin, his smile cold. “Why bother to do it anyway?
We’re cut from the same cloth.”
Nicole recoiled from his touch, feeling a chill.
“Since you said so, then you are…” Jarrod drew Nicole in, leaving her breathless, his voice rough as he finished, “Quite something.”
His voice was not loud, but the tone was so mean.
A cold fire ignited in Nicole’s eyes, her posture defiant, stirring something in Jarrod.
He adored her resistance, bringing him the thrill of the challenge.
Jarrod forced Nicole toward the full-length mirror, his approach dominating, leaving Nicole stunned and scared.
“Turn around and hands on the mirror!” His voice was cold, his expression stoic.
Nicole clenched her teeth in anger.
Jarrod, intolerant of humiliation, was known for exacting severe retribution.
“My father’s surgery is in two days. Will it proceed as planned?” she asked, gripping the mirror. Reflected in it, she saw Jarrod, impeccably dressed, his features strikingly handsome.
Who would have thought such a handsome man could harbor a cruelty akin to a beast?