Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Miss Schultz, you are mistaken. I have no interest in you, and..
Roscoe’s gaze turned icy and sharp. “Please don’t use my first name.
“Ro…” Doreen began, but halted at his stern look, becoming silent.
“You have no interest in me?” Feeling slighted, Doreen challenged him directly, “Have you considered what aligning with me could offer you?”
She couldn’t fathom his indifference. Being with her could cement his status in the Watts lineage. Otherwise, he risked being an outsider in the Watts family.
Doreen wasn’t accustomed to such outright refusal, yet she found herself genuinely attracted to Roscoe’s appearance. Thus, she uttered, softening her tone, “I’ll overlook your previous remarks. Just offer an apology.”
Doreen had extended a chance for amends.
Yet, Roscoe merely offered a faint smile, ignited the car’s engine, and drove away. He had no interest in any woman other than Nicole.
Today’s meet-up with Doreen was a direct command from his family.
That was all he had committed to. Just to ensure Doreen’s safe return and nothing beyond that.
As Doreen watched the car’s taillights fade, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to weep at her doorstep.
At Doreen’s cries, her parents hurried out, their expressions changing dramatically as they spotted Doreen weeping miserably. They promptly contacted Roscoe’s father, expressing their displeasure about Roscoe’s conduct.
Roscoe’s father was understanding, assuring Doreen’s parents that he would address the matter.
When Roscoe returned home, it was nearing 11 p.m.
The lights were on, illuminating the villa.
Sitting in the living room was Roscoe’s father, exuding a stern aura from his chair. “Disobedient child, kneel!” he bellowed.
Roscoe, seemingly not catching his father’s words, remained standing, his posture rigid.
Infuriated, Roscoe’s father commanded the butler to fetch a stick over, wanting to have Roscoe yield.
The butler complied. This stick was unique, inflicting sharp pain without leaving visible marks.
Roscoe’s father wielded the stick, striking Roscoe until the latter collapsed.
Throughout the ordeal, Roscoe remained silent, enduring the pain with gritted teeth. Even as blood trickled from his mouth, indicating his severe injuries, he bore the pain stoically.
Roscoe’s father, torn between anger and concern, lamented, “Roscoe, don’t resent me. I aim for your dignity to rise. Do you wish to be labeled a bastard forever?”
Roscoe, blood staining his lips, responded with difficulty, “I won’t depend on marriage for my status. I made that clear when I came back. I refuse to be part of such an alliance.”
“You!” Roscoe’s father, overcome with frustration, pointed at Roscoe, speechless with anger.
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Roscoe, his face pale and drenched in sweat, managed to rise, standing tall once again. As he stood, his presence seemed to overshadow his father, his demeanor turning commanding and formidable.
“Remember your promise. Once I secure the position, you’ll allow me the freedom to choose my path.”
Roscoe’s father watched Roscoe leave the room, Roscoe’s walk unsteady yet determined. Frustrated, he tapped his cane. Roscoe was indomitable!
Audrey was jolted awake by Elin’s urgent call.
Elin sounded distraught and panicked over the phone. “Audrey, something awful has happened. Nicole just called me, saying she’s killed someone!”
Audrey bolted upright. “What did you say!”
Between sobs, Elin managed to relay the story to Audrey.
Elin had intended to ask Nicole a question, only to have Nicole answer the phone in a shaken voice, confessing she had killed someone!
Afterward, Nicole’s phone went dead.
Elin wept. “”Audrey, what are we going to do?”
Audrey, although alarmed, tried to soothe Elin, “Calm down first. Did Nicole say anything else?”
Elin strained her memory and then added, “I think I overheard someone mentioning ‘Mr. Schultz’ in the background, but that was all.”
Mr. Schultz? Audrey connected the dots to Mr. Schultz in Nicole’s life. That had to be Jarrod!
Audrey reassured Elin, “Don’t worry. I know who to contact. I’ll get more information and update you.”
Ending the call, Audrey immediately contacted Cornell.
Cornell answered swiftly. “Audrey, what’s the matter?”
Cornell’s voice was a comfort in her turmoil. “Cornell..
Sensing Audrey’s distress, Cornell urged, “Don’t fret. What’s going on?”
Audrey shared Nicole’s predicament, her voice breaking. “Cornell, could you check if Jarrod’s involved? If he’s not, let’s not bother him.”
Audrey feared Jarrod might cause Nicole trouble if he was bothered over something he wasn’t involved in.
Cornell paused briefly before responding, “I’ll look into it and get back to you.”
“Alright, I’m waiting.”
Audrey’s trusting response warmed the chilly night. Cornell, feeling uplifted, affirmed, “I’m on it.”
Restlessly, Audrey awaited his call.
After a tense half-hour, Cornell’s call came through. He revealed, “It’s Jarrod. Miss lawrence has injured Jarrod.”
Audrey was stunned. “Is Nicole in danger?”
Cornell replied, “No, but Jarrod is critically injured and hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”
Audrey’s heart raced. “Where’s Nicole now? Do you know her whereabouts?”
“She’s at Jarrod’s place. Alec has left her there.” Cornell, trying to alleviate her worries, added, “Don’t stress too much. Jarrod’s people have contained the situation. It looks like they don’t plan to harm her, or else she would have been detained already.”
Audrey felt slightly relieved but still uneasy. “Can I go see Nicole?”
“I don’t think so. I’m unaware of Jarrod’s current location. We must wait for him to wake up.”
Jarrod had accumulated many adversaries in his quest to lead his family enterprise. For security, his location was often undisclosed to prevent potential attacks.
“Isn’t there any way to find out more?” Audrey inquired, still concerned.
“Stay calm. Jarrod won’t harm Miss lawrence.” Cornell understood Jarrod’s affection for Nicole rivaled his love for Audrey.
However, Jarrod’s approach was excessively drastic, likely stemming from unresolved family matters.
Cornell had often counseled Jarrod otherwise. Yet, a person marked by witnessing his parents’ downfall held entrenched beliefs, not easily swayed.
Since Nicole’s departure five years ago, Jarrod’s engagement with Cornell had lessened. It seemed they were gradually drifting apart.
Jarrod had become more isolated, living in his own realm. Despite infrequent interactions, Jarrod retained a deep respect for his long-time friends.
No amount of reassurance from Cornell could completely soothe Audrey.
She implored, “Cornell, if you hear anything from Jarrod’s end, please inform me.”
“Understood,” Cornell assured.
Audrey glanced at the clock. It was nearing a.m. Reflecting on Cornell’s weary appearance earlier, she regretted calling him at such a late hour. She remarked, “It’s late. I shouldn’t keep you up.”
Suddenly, Cornell inquired, “Will you be able to sleep?”
“Excuse me?”
Cornell, understanding Audrey well, added, “You tend to lie awake when something bothers you.”
Audrey was stunned. He was correct. With the current turmoil, sleep seemed elusive.
Then, Cornell suggested, “Open your curtains and look outside.”
Seated near the window, Audrey stood up and drew back the curtains.
As she did, she began, “Cornell, are you…”
Audrey halted mid-sentence. By her villa’s entrance stood Cornell, gazing up at her balcony.
Audrey was astonished. “Did you rush over from the hospital just for this?”