Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
There was a brief silence for a moment.
Suddenly, a resounding crash filled the room as Cecilia delivered a forceful kick. The dressing booth door was violently kicked open.
In the dimly lit dressing booth, Cecilia caught sight of a figure with flowing hair. Her eyes instantly shimmered with malice and twisted intent.
With a surge of rage, Cecilia brandished the dagger and charged forward, thrusting with all her might!
An onslaught of stabs followed!
With each plunge of the dagger, Cecilia’s jealousy fueled her relentless assault. How could Audrey be this lucky? How could Audrey be loved by Cornell?
Cecilia muttered through gritted teeth, “You deserve to die! Damn you!
Go to hell!”
Blood spattered across Cecilia’s face and body, obscuring her vision with red splatters. Everywhere she looked was a sea of red.
“Go to hell! Go rotten there! All you rotten scoundrels deserve to die!”
The hormones in her brain surged incessantly, the intense gratification rendering her unstoppable!
After Cecilia plunged the dagger over a hundred times, exhaustion finally overtook her, and she collapsed to the ground, the dagger slipping from her grasp with a clutter.
Being weak, she had injected herself with the mysterious drug left by the enigmatic person earlier.
Although the drug granted her immense strength, the side effects were evident. As its effects waned, she felt like a dying dog, every organ in her body failing.
However, she didn’t care. Even in death, she intended to drag down Audrey she despised most in life!
Cecilia gazed at the blurred figure drenched in blood and laughed uncontrollably. She laughed until every fiber of her being throbbed, and blood started trickling from her lips in uncontrollable spurts.
At long last! Audrey, the one she longed to finish, lay there in the pool of blood.
Suddenly, a pair of black leather shoes appeared before Cecilia.
Cecilia gazed up along the slender legs, meeting the gaze of the handsome Cornell exuding a chilling aura.
“Cornell…” Cecilia changed her tone from murderous to mellow, her voice straining to mimic its former gentleness. Unbeknownst to her, her strained and coarse voice grated on the ears.
“You have finally arrived…” Cecilia fixed her gaze upon Cornell she had idolized for years, her eyes brimming with infatuation.
“Cornell, have you come to take me back? Cornell…” Before she could finish her words, a deafening bang reverberated through the room.
Cecilia’s body catapulted off the ground, crashing violently against the dressing room wall.
“Ah! The impact seemed to rupture Cecilia’s internal organs, as a torrent of dark blood erupted from her mouth.
Cornell stood tall, his gaze emitting a chilling aura, as he said coldly, “This kick is for the loss of my unborn child!”
The thought of his lost child pierced his heart like a dagger.
His precious child’s chance to experience life’s wonders was being robbed away because of this conniving woman!
Cornell loathed himself for his naivety and despised himself even more for being overly lenient to Cecilia, unwittingly granting her the chance to hurt the woman he treasured and the child he valued. Never had he detested himself so deeply.
At Cornell’s words, Cecilia cackled maniacally, blood still streaming from her mouth. She resembled a mound of mud, contorted against the wall in a grotesque pose.
Amidst her laughter, she taunted, “Cornell… Are you furious? Angry that I dared to harm the woman you hold dear?”
Cecilia grabbed the mangled woman beside her, yanking the latter’s hair and forcing the latter’s disfigured face toward Cornell, a smirk playing on her lips. “Take a good look… See how miserable the woman you love looks! I stabbed more than a hundred times! Her intestines were pierced and her stomach rotten… How excruciating she must have been!”
Cornell stood motionless. His cold and unwavering gaze locked onto Cecilia.
Cecilia’s expression was filled with madness and malice. “This wretch!
She deserves to die! If I can’t have you, no one else can!”
Cornell’s handsome face displayed almost no reaction. The grotesque sight of the corpse seemed to leave him unfazed.
Cecilia found it hard to believe his calm demeanor. She thought he was putting on an act. With this thought, She smiled wickedly and asked, “Cornell, do you want to see your beloved woman’s insides?”
Cecilia released the hair she was clutching, intending to dig into the corpse’s abdomen and extract some organs for display. She refused to believe Cornell felt nothing!
However, before she could do anything, the corpse’s head suddenly dropped. It tumbled several times before coming to rest beside Cornell’s feet.
“Ha-ha… Her head…” Cecilia erupted into hysterical laughter once more. Few things were as chilling as seeing the severed head of a loved one roll to one’s feet. The pain of failing to attain one’s desires no matter the effort exerted. Cornell needed to taste it!
However, Cecilia’s laughter abruptly ceased. Emotionlessly, Cornell kicked the severed head. The head found its way back to Cecilia’s feet.
How could this be? Cecilia stood frozen, disbelief etched on her face as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. Was Cornell, once full of affection, now devoid of any love for Audrey?
“Take a good look at what you had stabbed.” Cornell’s voice was eerily calm, his eyes devoid of any warmth. The aura he gave off was akin to a demon lurking in the depths of a murky swamp. All around him, the air seemed thick with the scent of death.
Panicked, Cecilia frantically wiped the blood from her lashes and looked closely. What lay before her wasn’t Audrey. To be precise, her target wasn’t even human. It was merely a lifelike dummy commonly used in film productions. The blood that stained the scene was nothing more than a theatrical concoction.
Cecilia wondered about Audrey’s whereabouts.
Terrified, Cecilia’s ears pricked at the sound of the neighboring dressing booth door creaking open.
Audrey emerged, immaculate and composed, a stark contrast to the blood-stained figure on the floor.
“You…” Cecilia’s face drained of color, realization striking her like a bolt of lightning. She remembered that during the stabbing, the figure she had stabbed a hundred times hadn’t uttered a sound.
Cecilia’s illness had caused her vision and sense of smell to deteriorate, and with blood obstructing her eyes, she failed to realize the one she had exhausted herself from stabbing wasn’t Audrey at all.
“You bitch!” Driven by rage, Cecilia lunged at Audrey, her eyes burning with hatred. “I’m going to kill you!”
Sensing the imminent danger, Cornell moved to intervene, but Audrey stopped him. Audrey’s gaze bore into Cecilia with icy intensity, fueled by a deep-seated animosity.
Audrey had yet to recall the past leading up to this moment.
Previously, all she knew was the outcome. She remained clueless about the process.
Moments earlier, as Audrey prepared to leave the restaurant, Devonte intercepted her and urged her to take a call.
As it turned out, Cornell couldn’t reach her on her phone, so he called Devonte to inform her that Cecilia was still alive. It was highly probable Cecilia would seek retribution.
Cornell instructed Devonte to ensure Audrey’s safety and not to leave her side until he arrived.
But Audrey refused constant protection, deeming it a sign of weakness.
If Cecilia was still alive and kicking, it meant Cecilia’s vendetta against her was far from over.
Audrey understood that the adversary lurked in the shadows, and retreating was the weakest option available. It was wiser to employ cunning tactics. She saw this as an opportunity to turn the tables.
Moreover, Erick had hinted that besides Tessa, Cecilia might have been involved in her grandmother’s and unborn child’s deaths. Yet, Cecilia proved to be too cunning. There was no evidence to support these two claims.
Therefore, Audrey had Devonte orchestrate everything, including surveillance.
Audrey had already sensed something was amiss when the cleaning staff collided with her. later, in the dressing room, she used her quick thinking to counter Cecilia’s words, coaxing Cecilia into revealing the truth. In the end, Cecilia’s arrogance led to her own downfall.
Cornell grasped Audrey’s intentions. He stopped his actions but maintained vigilance over her safety.
In a frenzy, Cecilia lunged forward, only to be met with a forceful kick from Audrey.
“Ah!” Cecilia shrieked in agony as her fragile body was sent flying again. Her head slammed heavily against the wall. Blood streamed down the back of her head, staining the wall red.
The excruciating pain contorted Cecilia’s scarred face into a more grotesque and fearsome visage as she crumpled to the ground. Her complexion was as pale as paper as if it might disintegrate at any moment.
Pain coursed through Cecilia, her cries for help interspersed with choking gasps. Her pleas echoed through the room as her consciousness faded. “Please help me… Ah…”
Dark brown blood, tainted with toxins, spewed from Cecilia’s lips, a grim indicator of her impending demise. She was suffering from chronic poisoning.
Any person with medical knowledge could discern from the blood’s hue that Cecilia was teetering on the brink of death.
Cornell’s disgust deepened with each glance at Cecilia. Turning to Audrey, he asked, “How do you wish to proceed?”
Audrey gazed at Cecilia with eyes brimming with animosity as she said coldly, “She claimed she prefers death over prison, so let’s ensure she faces the consequences. We will send her to prison, where she can spend the remainder of her days and perhaps seek redemption.”
Even stripped of her fragments of memories, Audrey couldn’t summon an ounce of kindness toward Cecilia. The thought of her innocent child and grandmother, both unjustly taken, fueled a rage within her so potent it bordered on madness. She longed to tear Cecilia apart and subject Cecilia to torturous agony!
Yet, if death were to claim Cecilia now, it would merely offer solace to Cecilia’s feeble and disabled body. Cecilia must endure a fate worse than death itself.
Audrey longed for Cecilia to suffer and feel the weight of her sins bearing down upon her with each passing day. Only then would Cecilia truly understand the magnitude of her evil deeds, yet remain utterly powerless to amend it. What could be more harrowing than a life devoid of hope, burdened only by unrelenting agony?
With two counts of instigating murder and the deaths of several people in that car, Cecilia’s guilt was undeniable. No matter how long Cecilia lived, even if it was two hundred years, she would remain imprisoned by her actions.
Cornell cast a frigid glance at Cecilia, her features now distorted beyond recognition, and said in a chilling tone, “As you wish.”
His voice cut through the air like the icy breath of a devil in the depths of hell.