Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Watch out!” Cornell hurriedly reached Audrey and knelt, offering his palm as a makeshift platform for her feet.
Audrey couldn’t withdraw her feet in time, causing the glass to cut into the back of Cornell’s hand and embed itself in his flesh.
A sudden rush of blood painted the scene.
Seemingly indifferent to the injury, Cornell lifted Audrey and gently placed her back on the bed.
His blood dripped onto the cream-white bed sheet, staining it, yet he paid it no mind.
His blood continued to drip as he touched Audrey’s face with his stained hand, fixating on her with piercing eyes.
The woman who had been presumed dead and haunted his dreams for the past five years was now miraculously alive in his arms.
“Audrey, Audrey…” Cornell’s tall figure leaned over Audrey, trapping Audrey in his arms while hoarsely repeating her name.
His trembling, bloody hand traced her features ??her face, her eyes, and her lips. He was trying to see if she was real and not a figment of his imagination.
This woman in front of him was real, a far cry from the nightmares that had tormented him for the past five years.
“Audrey.” Pressing his lips to her forehead, Cornell held her tightly in his arms and whispered in a low, hoarse voice, “You can hate me, despise me, or whatever, but please don’t leave me…”
The metallic scent of blood filled the air as Cornell pleaded with Audrey.
Audrey struggled to push Cornell away, but her efforts were in vain.
In desperation, she bit hard on his shoulder.
To her surprise, Cornell’s muscles were so robust that she felt her teeth ache when she bit into him.
Cornell snorted, looked at her with piercing eyes, and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Audrey was at a loss for words when she heard that. She couldn’t believe her bad luck. How had she ended up meeting such a crazy man?
Maybe he was really out of his mind!
Frustrated, Audrey shouted, “Let me go! I want to go home!”
Hearing her complaints, the fire in Cornell’s eyes surged again. He fixed his gaze on her and said coldly, “This is your home, Audrey.”
“Bullshit! This is not my home!” Audrey retorted.
“Yes, it is!” Cornell insisted emotionally.
“I really don’t know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”
Audrey was telling the truth. She had suffered from memory loss due to the car accident. She was not pretending. She genuinely had no idea who Cornell was.
However, Cornell either failed to notice her abnormality or chose to ignore it. He was determined to keep Audrey with him, going so far as to attempt to consummate their relationship to convince himself it wasn’t a dream.
Bending down slightly, elbows on both sides, Cornell suppressed his desire and said hoarsely, “You couldn’t remember me because we haven’t been together for a long time. let me help you remember something, okay?”
Cornell deftly loosened the buttons of his shirt with slender hands and lowered his head.
Suddenly, the sound of a resounding slap interrupted the surreal moment as Audrey struck him across the face. The man above her seemed to have lost touch with reality.
With gritted teeth, Audrey snapped, “Are you out of your mind? I have said that I don’t know you. I have a husband, but it’s not you.
You have mistaken me for someone else.”
Cornell’s handsome face darkened, his voice now dangerous and deep, “What did you just say?”
In defiance, Audrey flaunted the platinum diamond ring on her finger, snorting. “Are you blind? I’m married!”
The dazzling diamond on the ring glistened like a sharp blade, momentarily stunning Cornell. Unfazed, he attempted to forcefully remove the ring from Audrey’s finger.
Seeing this, Audrey instinctively covered her hand, protecting the ring. “Hey, you! What do you think you are doing? Stop it!”
However, she was no match for Cornell’s strength.
After forcefully removing the ring from Audrey’s hand, Cornell flung it into the trash can with a surge of anger.
With a heavyhearted expression in his eyes, he asked, “You have married someone else?”
No one knew the depths of Cornell’s torment over the past five years.
The sorrow had made him live like a walking dead.
And now, whenever he thought of Audrey marrying another man, he felt like he was losing his mind.
His heart felt like it had been struck by lightning, and an unbearable pain swept over him.
A single tear fell from Cornell’s bloodshot eyes and landed on Audrey’s palm.
The warm tear seemed to carry his profound sadness.
With his eyes filled with tears, Cornell demanded, “Have you ever thought about my feelings? You are my wife. Can’t you understand that?”
When she heard this, Audrey found Cornell’s accusation so absurd that she responded firmly, “No, that’s not true.”
“Is that so? Do you want me to prove it?” After saying that, Cornell forcefully pushed her onto the bed, restraining her wrists before pouncing on her.
His eyes gleamed with an unsettling eagerness, resembling a predator closing in on its prey.
“Let go of me, you bastard!” Audrey struggled to escape his grip.
Suddenly, just as Cornell leaned over, a thunderous crash echoed through the room as the door was kicked open.
A man rushed in, pulled Cornell off the bed, and pressed him to the floor while delivering a blow to his face.
Unwilling to be subdued, Cornell retaliated immediately. In a matter of seconds, he turned the tables on his assailant, placing a knee on the man’s neck, leaving him pale-faced and defeated.
Panicked by the turn of events, Audrey recognized the man lying on the floor. Without hesitation, she picked up an ashtray from the tea table and smashed it at the back of Cornell’s head.
A muffled sound filled the room.
Caught off guard, Cornell released his grip on the man. Although the ashtray fell on the floor heavily, it was still intact. However, Audrey’s actions broke his heart.
In the ensuing chaos, blood trickled from the back of his head.
Cornell raised his head slowly, his handsome face filled with disbelief.
Although Audrey was wearing a worried expression, her concern was directed to the man. Disregarding Cornell’s injury, she hurriedly approached and pushed him away.
Though Audrey lacked strength, Cornell felt a deep disappointment as Audrey pushed him aside.
Audrey helped the man on the floor to stand. Tears were streaming down her face. “Erick… Erick… Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” Erick answered as he stood up with Audrey’s help.
In truth, Erick was a formidable fighter, yet dealing with the four bodyguards had drained his strength. His worry for R aegan led him to employ extreme measures, injuring himself in the process. Therefore, he couldn’t defeat Cornell.
Seeing Audrey’s disheveled clothes, Erick felt his fists clench involuntarily. He quickly shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
“Are you alright?” Erick asked, genuine concern etched across his face.
Audrey only seemed to care about Erick’s well-being as she nodded with teary eyes.
Despite Cornell’s having kissed her, Audrey had adeptly thwarted his advances with a well-placed kick. Therefore, he didn’t take much advantage of her.
At Audrey’s response, a hint of compassion softened Erick’s previously somber expression.
In this shared moment of concern, Audrey and Erick were oblivious to Cornell’s presence.
Annoyed, Cornell grabbed Audrey’s arm and pulled her toward him indignantly. “Come here!”
“Behave yourself, Mr. Clement! Please refrain from touching my sister any further!” Erick intervened, stepping forward to protect Audrey.
Erick didn’t hesitate to address Cornell by his family name, cutting through any pretense given Audrey and Cornell had already met. There was no need for him to feign ignorance. In addition, he had taken the initiative to investigate Cornell, leaving no room for hidden truths.
“She is your sister?” Narrowing his eyes in contemplation, Cornell recalled his previous encounter with Erick. It struck him that Erick was the father of the lovely little girl he had met before.
During their interaction before, the airport staff had referred to Erick as Mr. Foster.
The Foster family? Cornell had heard that it was a prominent family that had some business dealing with international flights. However, he couldn’t help but ask himself how Audrey ended up becoming the daughter of the Foster family.
Erick opted for transparency. After all, Cornell would uncover the truth as soon as he investigated. Without beating around the bush, Erick said plainly, “Audrey went lost when she was a little girl. We only managed to find her a few years ago.”
Cornell’s gaze darkened as it settled on the delicate woman beside Erick. Audrey Foster?
“Mr. Clement, your actions toward my sister amount to attempted rape.