Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
As the hour grew late, Stefan gently prodded her to retire for the night.
It was only after a while that Audrey reluctantly relented. After all, she knew all too well that rest was paramount for expectant mothers.
With Stefan keeping vigil over Erick, Audrey found solace in the knowledge that all was as it should be.
Back in her chamber, sleep eluded her. She reached for her phone, intending to drown out her thoughts with the soothing hum of audiobooks.
In her haste, she clicked something else, stumbling upon a news app instead. The news that greeted her spoke of the elusive CEO of the Clement Group, Cornell Clement, absent from the public eye for days.
Reports surfaced of his clandestine visit to a rehabilitation center, sparking speculation about the state of his empire.
The Clement Group swiftly issued a statement clarifying that Cornell sought medical attention for sleep-related issues.
In their declaration, they emphasized the steady stewardship of CEO Cornell Clement and Acting Vice President Hector Clement, ensuring the company’s seamless operations. The media was implored to refrain from gossip and redirect their focus to the company’s productivity rather than Cornell’s private matters.
In a news clip, a glimpse of Cornell in the hospital flashed by.
Even from the media’s lens, his weight loss was starkly apparent. His jawline seemed more chiseled than ever, though his complexion remained pallid.
Yet, the fact that he was actively seeking rehabilitation brought relief to Audrey. She would’ve been haunted for a lifetime if his leg condition hadn’t improved.
After donning her attire, Casey turned around as Davey entered her room, clad in a dark red velvet suit that accentuated his refined demeanor.
Unlike his usual icy and brooding countenance, a gentle smile graced his face, hinting at a favorable mood.
Upon arrival, Davey noticed Casey adorned in a high-neck sweater, a fur coat, and a pink diamond necklace adorning her neck.
A smile tugged at his lips as he approached, eyeing the necklace.
“Why Leave the blue diamond necklace behind?”
Casey retorted, “It doesn’t quite match my outfit today.”
Indeed, her plum coat clashed with the blue sapphire. The pairing would’ve been gauche.
She twirled around excitedly. “Don’t I look lovely today? Thought I’d dress up, given our rare outings.”
Her words carried a subtle undercurrent of disappointment.
Davey’s smile remained enigmatic as he replied, “You look stunning. Your choice of attire is always exquisite to me.”
“Then let’s go,” Casey declared, linking her arm through Davey’s unexpectedly. She was undeniably in a good mood.
Davey glanced at her hand on his arm with an inscrutable expression.
He seemed neither overtly pleased nor displeased, hinting at a deeper undercurrent beneath his facade.
Casey, brimming with excitement, failed to notice his subtle mood shift.
As they entered the car, she eagerly observed the passing scenery, savoring the taste of freedom after being cooped up for so long.
The crisp air filled her lungs, rejuvenating her spirit.
After enduring prolonged confinement, she had grown estranged from the art of communication and had all but forgotten the sensations of the outside world.
Seeing her joy, a tender smile graced Davey’s Lips.
Yet, as the car ventured into increasingly remote areas, Casey’s unease grew. This didn’t seem like a leisurely outing. Turning to Davey, she queried, “Where exactly are we headed?”
Davey kept things mysterious, saying, “You’ll find out when we arrive.”
Casey’s discomfort started to grow. She regretted trusting Davey’s vague plan to take her out for no clear reason.
Initially, Casey had thought about escaping through a window in a crowded place, but as they drove into increasingly isolated areas, she saw no one around. If she jumped out now, there would be no one to help her, and she couldn’t even make a run for it.
Pretending annoyance, Casey questioned, “I thought you were taking me out to eat? Didn’t you say it was nearby? I skipped breakfast to join you, so why have we been driving so Long?”
Davey replied with a calm smile, “We’re almost there, not much Longer.”
Casey was left speechless. She tried to open the car window, but it was locked.
Every detail in this car was set up to keep her from getting away.
It reminded her of the time she was confined in the villa, unable to flee despite her efforts. She had sat on the balcony and, under his watchful eyes, had jumped in a bid for freedom. She was ready to risk her life for freedom.
But Davey had softened the ground beneath the balcony. Casey didn’t die from the fall but was knocked out for a long time, waking up to find herself in this situation.
Feeling trapped was like being squeezed by the pressures of deep-sea waters. Casey’s face was pale, but she was pretending to have amnesia and couldn’t show any clear emotions. She said weakly, “I need some fresh air.”
Davey looked at her with concern. “The wind is very cold while the car is moving. It might make you sick.”
Casey’s lips turned a shade paler. “Don’t I even have the right to feel the wind?”
Davey sighed gently, sounding tired of her. “Casey, what’s on your mind? I never said you couldn’t.”
“Then open the window. You said you wanted to make me happy today, and I’m not happy right now.” Casey began to become more demanding.
Davey observed her for a moment and signaled to the driver to lower the window.
The window opened halfway, and Casey felt a burst of cold air.
However, as the surroundings got even emptier, Casey started to worry.
“Davey, where are we actually going?”
Davey’s face was unreadable as he disclosed, “We’re leaving Aurora.”
“Leaving Aurora?” Casey was stunned, thinking she had heard wrong.
“You said we were going out for some fun. Why does that suddenly involve leaving Aurora? Why the rush?”
Davey responded calmly, “Casey, I’ve grown tired of this place. I need a change of scenery, and bringing you along doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
Casey was at a loss for words. She suddenly reached for the door, screaming, “Stop the car! Stop the car”
Davey’s decision seemed irrational to her. He insisted on leaving, but she couldn’t possibly go with him. Her daughter had only just arrived in Aurora. Leaving now could mean she might never see her daughter again. She simply could not leave!
The only thing on Casey’s mind was escaping and finding her daughter.
However, her attempts to escape were in vain. Davey effortlessly lifted her onto his lap, holding her back. “Casey, why are you so against leaving? Is there someone in Aurora that makes you want to stay?”
Casey’s mind raced. She obviously couldn’t reveal anything about her daughter and quickly said, “I haven’t had the chance to say goodbye to Dr. Hinks. You announced the leaving so suddenly, without giving me any time to prepare.”
Davey maintained his calm and said, “If you want to see Dr. Hinks, then we’ll go see her.”
The driver immediately turned the car around, heading in a new direction.
Casey didn’t actually want to meet Jimena. She feared it might raise Davey’s suspicions. But the detour presented an opportunity, as the new route would pass by a few other cars, indicating it wasn’t entirely secluded.
Casey gazed out and suddenly pulled out a sharpened fork, pressing it against Davey’s throat and shouting at the driver, “Stop the car!”
The fork’s tip was honed to a point, and with gentle pressure, it drew blood from Davey’s neck.
Startled by the threat, the driver hit the brakes hard, causing the car to stop suddenly.
The force of the abrupt stop drove the fork deeper into Davey’s skin, releasing a fine mist of blood that shockingly sprayed across Casey’s face.
“Madam, please, think this through…” the driver stuttered, trying to persuade Casey.
“Open the doors!” Casey instructed the driver.
But the driver glanced at Davey, waiting for his nod before unlocking the doors, unsure without his approval.
Seeing no immediate response, Casey pressed the fork deeper, causing the trickle of blood to widen into a more substantial flow.
The situation looked dangerously serious.
Yet, Davey, the target of the threat, showed no emotion as if he wasn’t the one at risk. He asked in a calm voice, “Casey, do you truly want to get out of the car?”
Desperate to escape, especially since they were near a small street market, Casey believed she could find help once outside the car.
She assumed, with numerous shops and bystanders present, Davey wouldn’t risk an abduction in such a public setting. Any confrontation would surely draw the attention of local authorities.
As innocent as she could be, Casey supposed if she reached the authorities, she could get in touch with the Clifford family, thus meeting her daughter again. She was determined to break free from Davey’s grip for good.
Anger flashed in Casey’s eyes as she declared, “Davey, either let me out now or you won’t make it. Decide!”
Though tempted to harm him at that moment, Casey needed to see her daughter. Even if Davey deserved punishment, it wasn’t her place to deliver it. That was for the courts to decide. She had been his captive for years. Committing murder and risking her chance to reunite with her children wasn’t an option.
“Casey, you’re always so impulsive,” Davey noted, his behavior was disturbingly calm.