Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Matteo didn’t hesitate to rip off the man’s jacket, exposing a tattoo of a gang on his arm.
The man tried to cover his shoulder, protesting, “Why are you tearing my clothes? So, you’re resorting to violence now!”
Some started shouting, “They’re being violent! Look at them! They’re attacking people!”
Matteo, unfazed, swiftly located those aimed to cause chaos among the reporters and had the bodyguards subdue them.
Once their jackets stripped, the tattoos on their arms showcased they were just thugs pretending to be reporters.
The real reporters were shocked. They had followed a lead from an industry group chat, expecting a scoop. They hadn’t expected to find imposters among them with hidden agendas.
Cornell looked over the crowd with a sharp gaze. His voice, cold and clear, broke the silence. “Who sent you here?”
A deathly silence enveloped the area.
The real reporters knew Cornell wasn’t someone to mess with. They stumbled over their words. “Mr. Clement, we’re sorry. We had no idea. We were just misled by the messages in the group chat.”
Cornell’s lips tightened. “Since you’re here, you might as well get something to report.”
“No, no, no, we’re not reporting anything,” they quickly replied.
Cornell let out a scoff. “You dare to spread fake news but are afraid to report the truth?”
They looked confused.
“The baby Miss Glyn is expecting isn’t mine,” Cornell said with conviction. Pausing, he turned to look at Audrey affectionately and gently took her hand. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved, in the past and now. Got it?”
Cornell then walked with Audrey into the studio, not glancing back.
Though the reporters didn’t dare to snap a photo of the two, they could still spin a story about Cornell, ever the workaholic CEO of the Clement Group, openly declaring his love, which could cause a sensation.
After interrogating the imposters, Matteo learned nothing. These guys had simply taken a gig online, clueless about the employer.
But figuring out who was behind this wasn’t hard. Judging from the questions directed at Audrey, it had to be Katie.
Matteo told his guys to hand the imposters over to the authorities.
Meanwhile, still a bit shocked, Audrey asked Cornell, “Why did you come here?”
“Just happened to pass by,” Cornell answered curtly.
Cornell had already made sure any fake news online was shut down.
Devonte had vented to Cornell earlier this day. Devonte’s girlfriend, after seeing the fake news, suspected there were something between Devonte and Audrey.
But Devonte would never cross a line with his friend’s girl. That was off-limits, especially considering Cornell’s reputation.
Cornell glanced down and offered reassurance. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this and resolve the issue with that child as quickly as I can.”
Cornell was convinced Katie’s child wasn’t his. His certainty wasn’t just due to his peculiar condition. He would never sleep with anyone but Audrey, even in his drunk state.
The only exception might be if he was so drunk that he blacked out, which was highly unlikely. In a drunken stupor, most guys were practically unconscious, hardly in a state to father a child.
Cornell cautioned, “Stay away from Katie, and never meet her alone.”
“Got it,” Audrey responded, knowing Katie might be desperate enough to have made her pregnancy public.
Bracing himself for Katie’s unreasonable moves, Cornell embraced Audrey, gently resting his chin on top of her head and murmured, “Thanks for believing in me.”
Audrey, wordlessly, returned his embrace with equal fervor. Resolving these misunderstandings was a huge relief.
Just then, Cornell’s phone rang. The call was from Luciana’s place.
“Mr. Clement, your mother has taken a fall,” the servant informed.
Cornell’s breath caught. “What caused her fall?”
The servant explained, “She woke up feeling a tightness in her chest this morning and decided to rest for a bit. But somehow, she ended up falling. You should come over quickly to check on her.”
After hanging up, Cornell’s face was etched with worry.
Audrey, sliding her arm through his, inquired, “Is it about your mom?”
Audrey recalled her previous conversation with Cornell about the medication issue, suspecting that Luciana might have been secretly drugged by Katie. This thought was chilling. It explained the dramatic change in Luciana’s demeanor.
“Yes, she took a fall. I have to visit her,” Cornell responded.
“Do you want me to come along?” Audrey suggested.
After a brief pause, Cornell agreed, “Yeah, that would be nice.”
They made their way to Luciana’s place in no time.
Upon entering, Audrey was struck by a wave of mixed feelings. She used to come here often to spend time with Kyler, and now, she felt his absence deeply.
Upon Cornell’s entrance, Katie greeted him.
Looking unwell and pale, Katie’s eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Cornell. “Cornell, you’re here…”
Katie’s voice faltered when she noticed Audrey by Cornell’s side.
Jealousy and hatred were evident in her eyes.
Katie intentionally emphasized her barely noticeable belly, standing out more in the grandeur of this mansion, aiming to stir trouble.
“What are you doing here?” Cornell’s concerned face due to Luciana’s injury turned icy upon spotting Katie, his entire demeanor radiating an unspoken but palpable aura of distance.
Katie, looking upset from his coldness, said, “I’ve been taking care of your mom…”
“Enough, you can leave now.” Cornell cut Katie off, pulling Audrey with him as he went upstairs, acting as if Katie didn’t exist.
After delving into Luciana’s medication, Cornell had people watch Luciana secretly, ensuring she wasn’t harmed by Katie.
Since Luciana trusted Katie and didn’t think she was being drugged, Cornell, without solid evidence, decided to keep a close eye on things.
Watching Cornell and Audrey heading upstairs, Katie’s lips formed a thin Line, noticing how well they seemed to match each other, even from the back. It was a thought she quickly dismissed. Match? She believed she was the only woman who truly matched Cornell.
Remembering Davey’s ban on killing for the month, Katie figured Audrey would hairs.
In the bedroom, Luciana was lying down, unable to sit up because of her waist injury.
Despite her pain, Luciana’s face brightened with happiness upon seeing Cornell, and she tried to get up.
Cornell rushed to her side, but Katie was quicker.
“Luciana, you shouldn’t try to get up. Please, lie back down,” Katie said, fluffing up Luciana’s pillows to make it more comfortable for Luciana to chat with Cornell. She was surprisingly thoughtful.
Luciana, with a smile, responded, “Katie, you should grab some rest. Don’t stress yourself.”
Katie stood by Luciana’s bed, returning the smile. “Luciana, I’m fine.”
Cornell’s brow furrowed a bit as he asked, “Mom, how are you holding up?”
“I’m good. Cornell, why don’t you take a seat?” Luciana called Cornell over with a smile, though she noticeably didn’t acknowledge Audrey, who was standing right behind Cornell.
Audrey didn’t seem to mind. She was mainly here to pay a visit and get another glimpse of this mansion.
Just then, Katie gave a soft cough.
Taking Katie’s cue, Luciana said to Cornell, “Cornell, I want a word with you.”
“Sure, go ahead,” Cornell said.
Luciana hesitated and suggested, “Perhaps Miss Foster wouldn’t mind stepping outside for a moment?”
Audrey understood this meant they wanted to discuss something she shouldn’t overhear.
Trying to seem generous yet with a challenging gaze, Katie said to Audrey, “Miss Foster, perhaps you’d enjoy a tour of the garden by the housekeeper. Flowers are blossoming. I think you’d really appreciate them.”
Katie’s voice was gentle, but her eyes were daring, her words having delivered the message that Audrey was merely an outsider in this household.
“That’s kind of you to say so, Miss Glyn. Well, if anyone’s going to show Audrey around, it ought to be me. I know this place better than anyone, after all,” Cornell stated, chuckling icily.
Cornell’s unwavering defense of Audrey was evident to all. Each utterance carried the weight of a relentless assault, leaving Katie reeling.
In a heartbeat, Katie’s confidence shattered. She felt the sting of being labeled as an outsider from Cornell’s words.
Luciana promptly intervened, assuming the role of mediator. “Cornell, what prompts you to say so? Katie treats me like her own mother, and this establishment is just like her home.”
Katie’s rigid countenance eased a bit at Luciana’s words. With effort, she mustered a strained smile and offered, “Cornell, I didn’t mean anything…”