Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell looked at Audrey and said, “You know, I think Cecilia’s right.”
Audrey was instantly furious. “What the hell? Why is he defending her?” she cursed in her heart.
Audrey was pissed off the moment she heard Cornell’s words. This jerk was standing up for Cecilia again. It was not hard to tell how much she had been hurt in the past, judging from Cornell’s reaction.
Audrey murmured under her breath, “If Cornell is fond of Cecilia, I should make things difficult for this bitch. Maybe if things get too tough, he will detest me and want a divorce.”
Audrey, with a smile creeping across her face, playfully asked, “So, do you feel sorry for your mistress?”
Cecilia’s expression darkened instantly at Audrey’s comment. Here she was, a board member at Alpire Studio, and Audrey dared to mock her publicly!
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Cornell yelled with a cold tone.
Audrey replied with scorn, “She’s aware that you’re married, yet she continues to pester you. Don’t you acknowledge that there’s something unclear between the two of you?”
“That’s not the case. She and I are not involved in that way,”
Cornell said, his tone softening. He tried to calm Audrey. “Look, if you want a photo of her, go ahead. I’ll arrange for her to come to the company. That way, you can take all the photos you want.”
Cecilia was utterly shocked by this. Was this the same Cornell who was known for his arrogance and self-centeredness? She couldn’t believe he was speaking so humbly to someone. And what did he mean by that? His words made her feel she was some puppet, easily controlled by his will.
“Who said I wanted a photo of her?”
Audrey was about to pick up her phone from the floor, not wanting to argue with Cornell.
Cornell surprised her by beating her to pick it up. He wiped it with a handkerchief and handed it back to her.
Audrey accepted it with a casual thanks.
Vicente instantly recognized Cornell. Stepping up, he put on a flattering smile and said, “Mr. Clement, is she your assistant? The staff here is so naive. How could your assistant be here flirting with someone else?”
Vicente’s words made the doorman’s face lose its color. He now realized he had messed with someone he shouldn’t.
“She’s not my assistant,” Cornell stated plainly.
At Cornell’s words, Audrey recalled Erick mentioning that their marriage was a secret from the public. She didn’t expect Cornell to be so cautious about it. What a jerk!
But then, Cornell declared, “She’s my wife.”
This revelation left everyone, including Audrey, completely stunned.
Audrey hadn’t anticipated Cornell would announce their marriage so openly.
At that moment, Cecilia’s face contorted with jealousy. She couldn’t believe her ears. Cornell had just made his relationship with Audrey public, something she had longed for, now taken by Audrey.
When he heard the revelation, Vicente’s face changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, “Oh, Mrs. Clement, I didn’t realize it was you.
My apologies.”
He hurriedly gave Audrey an apologetic smile and added, “Please don’t take offense, Mrs. Clement.”
Audrey, disgusted by Vicente, showed Vicente’s wife her phone, saying, “Mrs. Potter, I accidentally took this photo. It’s your call to delete it or not.”
At her words, Vicente and Cecilia were visibly shaken.
The photo showed Cecilia caressing Vicente’s leg with her foot, while Vicente clung to Cecilia’s hand. They did this right in front of Vicente’s wife.
Handing Audrey’s phone back, Mrs. Potter addressed calmly, “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mrs. Clement.”
The very next moment, she slapped Vicente’s face fiercely. Furious, she shouted, “You scoundrel! How dare you!”
Noting Mrs. Potter’s anger, Vicente pointed at Cecilia, shifting the blame. “She’s the one to blame. She seduced me!”
Cecilia went pale instantly. “Mr. Potter, stop lying!”
Mrs. Potter looked from Vicente to Cecilia, then scoffed, “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Enough with the excuses!”
She hit the nail on the head with her words.
Mrs. Potter, known for her education and sophistication, would always confront her husband first in any issue, and deal with any other involved party later.
“Miss Murray, I am impressed. It seems this is the way how Alpire Studio operates. I’ll be sure to warn my friends about it,” Mrs. Potter said, then turned and left without a second glance at her husband.
Cecilia, hearing this, became visibly anxious. She knew many of Mrs. Potter’s friends were important clients at Alpire Studio. Worse, she was involved with some of Mrs. Potter’s friends’ husbands. If this got out, she’d be ruined.
In desperation, Cecilia turned to Vicente. “Please, Mr. Potter, you must speak good of me in front of your wife!”
Vicente looked at Cecilia with disdain and snorted. Worried about his position at the company, he quickly distanced himself from Cecilia.
“You bitch! You’re the one who came onto me first!”
“That’s a lie! How could you accuse me like that, you… You jerk!”
Cecilia retorted.
In an instant, the two of them quarreled and tangled with each other.
Cecilia was no match for Vicente’s strength. In the fight, she lost some hair, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Cecilia fell to the ground and desperately grabbed Cornell’s feet.
“Cornell, please, you have to help me…”
Seeing Cornell’s handsome face covered by the coldness, Audrey remained silent. She recalled Erick’s words about how men usually disliked women with harmful intentions the most.
Wanting a divorce, Audrey decided to play the bad guy gloating here.
She commented, “Mr. Clement, didn’t you notice your little lover asking for your help?”
To her astonishment, Cornell commanded without any emotion, “Throw them out.”
Audrey was momentarily taken aback.
At Matteo’s signal, the bodyguards swiftly escorted Cecilia, Vicente, and the doorman out.
The hall then regained its peaceful atmosphere.
Audrey, feeling a mix of disappointment and depression, followed Cornell into the chamber, though unwillingly.
Once inside, she noticed they were alone and asked, “Where are the other guests?”
Cornell, unbothered, answered, “They couldn’t make it to dinner.
Shall we begin?”
Audrey, speechless, doubted his honesty.
Deciding to leave as there were no other guests, she smelt the tempting aroma of the dishes on the table.
Right after she rose, her stomach rumbled loudly. How embarrassing that was!
Cornell gestured toward the spread of food and asked softly, “You sure you want to head out now?”
Audrey found herself at a loss for words. Damn! He knew her too well!
The table was laden with all her favorite dishes.
Audrey replied hesitantly, “I guess it’d be a shame to let all this go to waste.”
Hearing this, Cornell leaned in suddenly, his eyes burning with intensity. “Before you enjoy the dishes, can I ask you something?”
They were so close that Audrey could smell his cologne, making her heart race. Was he trying to charm her?
She leaned back, feeling a bit uneasy, and asked, “What’s that?”
“Are you happy with it?” Cornell inquired.
“What exactly do you mean?” Reagan asked, a bit puzzled by his question.
Cornell leaned in closer, backing Audrey against the wall. “I mean, are you happy with how I’ve handled things, honey?”
Cornell’s warm breath enveloped Audrey.
Cornell leaned casually with his right arm draped over the chair’s back. His lips were mere inches from Audrey’s face.
Audrey’s heart raced with nervousness, almost choking her.
Memories of the scene when Cornell kissed and bit her the other day flooded her mind. The marks of that encounter still lingered on her skin and served as visible reminders during her showers.
The rush of embarrassment made Audrey blush as she thought about it.