Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
One stab, then another, and another… She targeted only his face, each thrust more vicious than the last. A once handsome visage was brutally transformed into a grotesque mask of blood and tissue.
Laughing hysterically, Katie stabbed relentlessly, each motion accompanied by the curse, “Go to hell!”
Who would have imagined that Lorenzo, the feared overlord of Aurora, would meet his demise at the hands of a woman he had underestimated?
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Only when Lorenzo’s features were beyond recognition did Katie finally cease. She leaned close, caressing the ruined face with a twisted affection, her laughter chilling.
“Look how much better you appear now… You really should have practiced more…” she muttered to herself, a clear break from sanity evident in her voice.
She crawled to retrieve a small, elegant pistol and then shakily rose to her feet. “Hide well. I’m coming to find you all.” She cackled, her laughter haunting the corridor.
Meanwhile, Audrey didn’t dare to slow down. She hastened her steps toward the elevator. Taking the stairs was not an option, given her physical condition compared to her pursuer. The elevator was a risk, but her only viable escape.
Once inside the elevator, Audrey frantically pressed several floor buttons and then the door close button.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, nearing the elevator just as the doors slid shut.
Audrey exhaled a deep breath of relief, watching the doors close just in time.
But an even greater danger awaited Audrey. The uncertainty of what might confront her when the elevator doors opened. She had dropped all her belongings in the chaos, now clutching only a stun gun in her hand.
As the elevator announced its arrival with a “ding,” the doors slid open to an apparently empty corridor.
Just as Audrey began to relax, a large hand reached out, gripping her and pulling her out.
“Ah! Let me go!” Audrey shut her eyes and attempted to use the stun gun, but it didn’t work. Its battery had drained after a single use.
With no other option, Audrey swung the device wildly, using it as a blunt weapon. “Let go! Release me!” Her voice was tinged with panic.
“Audrey…” The soft utterance of her name halted her frantic movements.
Audrey looked up, her expression shifting from fear to shock.
“Cornell…” She gasped, recognizing the face before her.
Cornell’s eyes were red, a silent confirmation of his identity. “Yes.”
“Cornell! It’s really you!”
“Yes!” he replied.
Audrey threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.
Here she was, alone in the expansive hotel, having taken drastic measures and now confronting the unknown. The ordeal had been truly horrifying, rendering her feeling utterly vulnerable.
She had strived to maintain a facade of strength, but upon seeing Cornell, that facade crumbled. Tears streaked down her face, accentuating her fragility in her disheveled state.
Cornell’s heart ached as he enveloped her in his arms. “Audrey…”
“I’m so angry, and so scared,” she murmured.
Audrey’s emotions were overwhelming, but then she noticed Cornell standing awkwardly, favoring one leg, his knee stained with blood.
“Are you alright? Your leg…”
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She broke from his embrace and crouched to inspect his injury, her eyes welling up with tears. “Did Lorenzo do this to you?”
“I’m fine.” Cornell didn’t want Audrey to dwell on his injury. Gently pulling her to her feet, he redirected her attention, asking, “What about you? Are you hurt?”
His gaze softened, the earlier coldness replaced by a concern that Audrey recognized and found comforting. It was sincere.
Feeling his genuine care, Audrey’s racing heart began to calm.
Despite their history of unpleasant encounters, at this critical moment, those issues seemed insignificant. Right now, neither of them wanted to waste time explaining the complicated past.
“I…” Audrey started to reply, but her words were cut off by the chilling sound of a gun being cocked.
Both of them froze.
The man in black had stealthily approached, aiming the guns at the two and ordering, “Hands up! Don’t move!”
Audrey tensely obeyed, lifting her hands. Cornell did the same.
The man, still bitter about Audrey’s earlier defensive actions, was intent on retribution. He targeted her specifically, ordering, “Let her come over here.”
“No way!” Cornell immediately protested.
Despite his raised hands, he stepped protectively in front of Audrey, asserting, “She’s not going anywhere.”
“You’re courting death!” the man snapped, firing a shot in their direction.
“Watch out!” Audrey reacted swiftly, pulling Cornell aside.
The two of them quickly rolled to the ground for cover. Cornell swiftly pulled a smoke grenade from his gear and hurled it toward the elevator entrance.
Within moments, the area was enveloped in a dense cloud of smoke.
In the smoke screen, coughing could be heard. No one could see anything!
Two more gunshots pierced the haze as the man fired wildly, driven by desperation.
Cornell had pulled Audrey into a tight embrace, finding a semblance of shelter in a corner.
As the smoke began to thin, Cornell tapped Audrey’s back and exchanged a look with her.
Cornell then made a low crawl toward the man, swiftly grabbing the man’s leg and executing a takedown.
The man hit the ground hard, his weapon clattering away from his grasp. A fierce hand-to-hand struggle ensued.
The man, aware of Cornell’s leg injury, exploited it mercilessly, aiming kicks at the vulnerable spot.
As Cornell’s wound worsened, bleeding profusely, he started to lose strength and the upper hand in the fight.
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Seizing a brutal advantage, the man grabbed Cornell’s head, smashing it against the hard floor.
“Stop! Audrey screamed, but her plea was ignored as the man continued his vicious assault.”
Driven by sheer desperation, Audrey spotted the dropped gun nearby.
She scrambled over, seized it, and aimed at the man. “Make another move and I’ll shoot!” Her voice was firm, her aim steady, as she faced down the man, ready to protect Cornell at all costs.
At Audrey’s sharp rebuke, the man in black halted his actions. Yet, his gaze revealed defiance as he taunted Audrey, “With those gentle hands of yours, you think you can handle a gun?”
As he spoke, he boldly prodded his finger at Cornell’s shattered knee.
Just the sound alone was excruciating, yet Cornell endured in silence, not uttering a single word.
Audrey’s hand, grasping the firearm, began to tremble. She had indeed acquired shooting skills. Her father had taught her various techniques abroad to bolster her self-defense, including marksmanship.
Nevertheless, she had never wielded a firearm in real-life scenarios.
Moreover, upon returning to the Ambrosia, stringent firearm regulations meant that, except for federal agents, civilians were prohibited from using firearms. Consequently, Audrey had never had the opportunity.
Now, mocked by the man, Audrey efficiently loaded her weapon, disengaged the safety, and aimed at him. Her movements were fluid and well-rehearsed.
The man stood motionless, refusing to act, his lone firearm seized by Audrey now trained on him.
Audrey aimed the gun at the man and commanded sharply, “Hands up! Step back!”
As the man raised an arm, his wandering gaze caught Cornell’s attention. Cornell immediately grasped the man was poised to deploy a smoke bomb.
“Bang!” Cornell raised his elbow and swiftly landed a hook punch, flooring the man.
The man clutched his chin, preparing to strike back. To him, Cornell, with a limp, was merely a cripple. How could he struggle against a cripple?
But before the man could retaliate, Cornell trapped him in an armlock, squeezing until the man lost consciousness.
Once he confirmed the man was thoroughly unconscious, Cornell Leaned against the wall, gradually mustering the strength to rise.
Then, silence enveloped the room. Moments ago, Audrey was brimming with excitement, but now she seemed to vanish from existence.
As the smoke dissipated, Audrey was shoved forward, a cold gun barrel against the back of her head.
The figure holding the gun, drenched in blood and bearing a fearsome visage, was none other than Katie.