Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“There’s a way now,” Cornell reported urgently. “Matteo has successfully hacked the bomb’s timer, but the vehicle cannot be halted. You must adhere to my guidance and jump out.”
Audrey felt a surge of hope so sudden that tears threatened to spill.
Disbelief colored her voice as she asked, “Really?”
Cornell met her gaze, his voice soft. “Trust me.”
“I trust you,” Audrey affirmed without hesitation.
A gentle smile played on Cornell’s lips. “Stay still. I’ll handle the steering.”
Cornell’s long legs extended from the passenger side, encroaching into the driver’s space, which suddenly felt cramped.
“Cornell…” Unable to see the road ahead, Audrey’s anxiety grew.
“It’s alright,” Cornell reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s a preset route.”
A preset route meant the vehicle’s course was predetermined, independent of the driver’s visibility.
Cornell explained that Matteo had arranged for another vehicle to race ahead and set up a long airbag. Even if Audrey jumped, she wouldn’t be injured.
Feeling slightly calmer, Audrey nodded.
“Are you ready?” Cornell inquired.
Audrey nodded and anxiously questioned, “Why aren’t you jumping out with me?”
“We can’t both jump,” Cornell explained urgently. “There’s no time to waste.”
Audrey realized he was right and fell into a tense silence.
“I’ll count to three, and then you jump, okay?” Cornell said.
Before Audrey could respond, Cornell’s cool lips lightly brushed her forehead. A kiss without passion, yet laden with unspoken emotion.
As Audrey trembled, on the verge of speaking, Cornell covered her eyes with his hand.
“Don’t watch,” he instructed.
“One, two, three..”
The next instant, the car door flung open.
With a rush of air, a faint “I love you” was lost in the wind.
Audrey didn’t jump out of the car herself. It was Cornell who forcefully pushed her out.
Audrey felt a surge of hope so sudden that tears threatened to spill.
Disbelief colored her voice as she asked, “Really?”
Cornell met her gaze, his voice soft. “Trust me.”
“I trust you,” Audrey affirmed without hesitation.
A gentle smile played on Cornell’s lips. “Stay still. I’ll handle the steering.”
Cornell’s long legs extended from the passenger side, encroaching into the driver’s space, which suddenly felt cramped.
“Cornell…” Unable to see the road ahead, Audrey’s anxiety grew.
“It’s alright,” Cornell reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s a preset route.”
A preset route meant the vehicle’s course was predetermined, independent of the driver’s visibility.
Cornell explained that Matteo had arranged for another vehicle to race ahead and set up a long airbag. Even if Audrey jumped, she wouldn’t be injured.
Feeling slightly calmer, Audrey nodded.
“Are you ready?” Cornell inquired.
“Are you jumping out with me?”
“We can’t both jump,” Cornell explained urgently. “There’s no time to waste.”
Audrey realized he was right and fell into a tense silence.
“I’ll count to three, and then you jump, okay?” Cornell said.
Before Audrey could respond, Cornell’s cool lips lightly brushed her forehead. A kiss without passion, yet laden with unspoken emotion.
As Audrey trembled, on the verge of speaking, Cornell covered her eyes with his hand.
“Don’t watch,” he instructed.
“One, two, three..”
The next instant, the car door flung open.
With a rush of air, a faint “I love you” was lost in the wind.
Audrey didn’t jump out of the car herself. It was Cornell who forcefully pushed her out.
“Thump !”
Audrey landed safely on the deployed airbag.
Matteo halted his car abruptly and hurried out, calling, “Madam!”
Assisted by the bodyguards, Audrey stood up as Matteo approached, asking urgently, “Madam, are you injured?”
Audrey shook her head and inquired, “Where’s Cornell?”
Matteo fell silent.
Growing increasingly anxious, Audrey pressed, “Where is Cornell?”
Matteo couldn’t meet her gaze, tears streaming down his face.
“He said he would jump after me.” Audrey’s heart tightened painfully, barely able to ask, “Where is he?”
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Matteo broke down, sobbing. “Mr. Clement didn’t jump out.”
Audrey’s heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her chest.
Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “What do you mean by that?”
The ensuing silence allowed panic to spread unchecked.
Audrey clutched Matteo’s sleeve, her voice breaking. “Talk to me. Say anything!”
Matteo’s eyes were swollen from tears. He reached out to support Audrey, his voice rough. “Madam, Mr. Clement told me to make sure you get back home safely.”
Audrey brushed off his hands, her lips quivering. “Please, Matteo, save him!”
Silence filled the air, pushing Audrey to the edge.
“Why aren’t you rescuing him? Didn’t you manage to hack the bomb’s countdown? It’s stopped!” Audrey’s voice was rough from all the yelling and crying. “You have to save him…”
Tears rolled down Matteo’s cheeks. “Madam, there’s absolutely no plan… None.”
No plan… Audrey felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, opening a deep wound in her heart.
“Ah!” she screamed, her voice packed with desperation, and rushed forward.
Matteo held her firmly, tears flowing. “Mr. Clement knew what he was doing. He made his choice.”
A sharp pain spread from Audrey’s heart throughout her body, cutting deeply. So, there had never been a plan. Cornell had chosen to face death for her.
“You need to tell Janey yourself that you love her.”
“I won’t let that happen. I’ll ensure you survive.”
Cornell’s echoed in Audrey’s mind. Upon reflecting, she realized he never said he’d jump out of the car with her from the beginning. He was battling to keep her safe.