Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Mr. Glyn, shall I escort you to the hospital?” the driver asked. He hesitated to touch Davey’s hand, which was still pinned to the car seat.
Unexpectedly, Davey, expressionless, made an effort to remove the fork, but it remained firmly lodged during his initial attempt. More blood continued to spurt out.
The driver winced, the sight appearing agonizing even to witness.
The fork remained stuck because Casey had driven the opposite end into the metal beneath the car seat, causing it to bend. Her actions were intentional. By configuring one end of the fork into a sizable handle and bending the other end into a U-shape, it became impossible to remove without medical assistance.
Davey examined Casey’s work and let out an odd chuckle.
The blood on his hand and neck transformed him from an imposing master of the house to a ghastly figure from hell. Even in such a moment, he could muster a laugh. Unbelievable!
With Davey’s response still unclear, the driver hesitated to depart.
Just as he was about to inquire again, Davey seized the bent fork handle and pulled forcefully, dragging the large end through.
A large, bloody hole gaped in the palm of his hand.
Throughout this ordeal, Davey remained almost silent, his brow furrowing as the fork passed through.
The driver stared at the gaping wound in Davey’s palm, experiencing a phantom pain as if his hand had been pierced. Davey was formidable!
Davey gestured toward the first-aid kit.
The driver, still in shock, was rendered speechless.
Upon Davey’s fingers tapping the car seat, the driver abruptly returned to reality. “Apologies… Apologies… Mr. Glyn!”
The driver promptly retrieved the first-aid kit and meticulously wrapped Davey’s hand with gauze.
Displeased by the slow handling, Davey swiftly seized the gauze, wound it around his hand in rapid gestures, and ripped it away. Next, he applied another strip around his neck.
To Davey, the injury was inconsequential. It was merely the source of discomfort caused by Casey, which still troubled him. It was a pain stemming from disappointment. He felt profoundly let down by her!
After fleeing, Casey darted into a bustling restaurant teeming with people. Covered in blood and appearing disheveled, she urgently implored, “Please, help me! Call the police!”
Noticing Casey trembling uncontrollably, the middle-aged restaurant owner swiftly gestured for her to take a seat.
The owner, a local resident unfamiliar with English but versed in basic foreign language skills, could communicate adequately with Casey.
Casey informed the owner that someone was attempting to kidnap her and pleaded for the owner to call the police.
Initially calming Casey, the owner then rose to retrieve her cellphone and handed it to Casey.
Casey successfully reached the local law enforcement and began providing the address, with the helpful owner assisting by informing her of their location.
As Casey asked again, seeking clarity, the owner was about to respond when a sudden commotion erupted in the restaurant.
A towering figure loomed at the entrance, casting a shadow over the restaurant’s light! The source of the disturbance was his complete saturation in blood, resembling a figure sculpted from crimson, except for his untouched face.
Casey’s expression twisted into terror. Davey’s swift awakening caught her off guard. The twisted fork had failed to stop him.
Despite the gauze wrapping around his hand, the large hole in his palm rendered the bandaging ineffective, allowing the bleeding to persist unabated.
“Casey, I’ve come to take you home!” Each step Davey took left a trail of steady blood drips through the restaurant.
Casey’s complexion drained of color instantly, consumed by fear. She grasped the owner’s arm in panic, pleading, “That’s the person who kidnapped me. Please, don’t let him take me away!”
The owner’s previously amiable demeanor abruptly shifted as she shook Casey off. She murmured in an unfamiliar dialect that Casey couldn’t comprehend.
Despite not understanding the dialect, Casey sensed that the owner was conveying her unwillingness to assist.
Clearly frightened, the owner swiftly snatched her phone from Casey’s hand and took cover behind the counter.
Facing no other choice, Casey appealed to the dining patrons for assistance. Surrounded by more than thirty people in the restaurant, she refused to believe that not a single person would stand up for justice.
In a foreign language, Casey cried out, “Help me! Help me! This man is dangerous. He’s trying to capture me…”
Upon spotting Davey, patrons’ eyes revealed only fear as they kept their heads down, focused on their meals, uninterested in the commotion.
Casey was utterly bewildered by the unfolding events. She seized a stranger’s arm, speaking in hushed tones to ensure Davey wouldn’t overhear. “Please inform the Clifford family that I am Casey…”
The man trembled as though encountering a plague, swiftly pushing Casey aside.
Casey remained naively unaware of the cruel reality of Aurora. She stood in the underclass district of Aurora, where Davey’s demeanor and the diamond pin on his chest unmistakably signified his noble status.
Plus, his car’s all-black license plate, a mark of arrogance, was a privilege exclusive to military
officials. How could these lower- class citizens dare to meddle in the affairs of Aurora’s most influential nobility!
Casey was in despair! In the restaurant, over thirty people coldly observed the unfolding scene.
She came to the realization that she could no longer depend on others, relying solely on her own strength. Seizing a nearby chair, she swiftly hurled it at Davey and attempted to dash past him as he dodged the flying furniture.
Unexpectedly, when she brushed past him, Davey swiftly dodged the chair and seized her hair, pulling forcefully!
“Ah!” Casey’s head collided sharply with the table corner, and blood began to flow without restraint.
Crouching down, Davey gently touched the blood on her forehead with his elongated fingers, and then oddly, proceeded to lick his blood-stained fingers clean.
“Casey, your consistent disappointment weighs heavy on me.” Davey murmured softly and gently.
Witnessing his actions, Casey trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, she lowered her head. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” She couldn’t suppress the urge to vomit.
Having consumed nothing this morning, all she could expel was stomach acid.
Yet, her stomach churned as if engulfed in flames. Davey and the apathetic crowd compounded her despair and disgust!
Davey uttered no further words, lifting her effortlessly by the back of her neck as though she were a small chicken, and carried her out.
Despite the blood staining her face, Casey desperately clung to a table leg, fiercely resisting his attempts to drag her away.
Davey, his patience wearing thin, seized one of her legs and forcefully pulled her out headfirst.
Casey’s hands dragged along the ground, marking a crimson path behind them. She was resolute in her refusal to be captured again. She understood that returning this time would mean a permanent absence from the warmth of the sun’s rays!
She fervently clawed at the ground, her fingernails splintering and bloodied, presenting a pitiable spectacle. Her raspy voice pleaded for assistance, “Help… Rescue me… Save me..”
But the onlookers remained indifferent, their demeanor as cold as stone, as if merely observing a theatrical performance, devoid of any inclination to intervene.
Aurora endured for so long due to the entrenched nature of these reprehensible customs in the collective consciousness. The downtrodden invariably remained so, never daring to defy the aristocracy, not even daring to raise their voices.
These uninformed individuals simply adhered to the roles assigned to them over centuries, nothing more.
However, Casey’s desperate struggle still managed to carve a profound imprint on their hearts. She refused to succumb, steadfast in her refusal to yield, every strand of hair, every inch of her skin echoing defiance.
Indeed, the very notion of “resistance” was deemed blasphemous, a forbidden concept that dared not be entertained by the humble populace of Aurora.
For generations, the downtrodden had diligently instilled in their children the notion that resistance was a forbidden concept, one not to be uttered, let alone pursued in action. The consequences of defiance were nothing short of total obliteration!
Yet, observing Casey, they couldn’t help but perceive her as truly fearless. Deep within, seeds of forbidden contemplation sprouted.
Could the foreign systems possibly offer a superior alternative to their cherished Aurora?
Casey’s steadfast refusal to yield depleted Davey’s patience entirely.
After firmly placing her in the rear seat, he administered a sedative.
Eventually, Casey regained her composure, ceasing her struggle altogether. After several futile attempts to maintain her defiant gaze, her eyes gradually closed, and she succumbed to a deep sleep.
When Casey regained consciousness, she found herself bound to a chair.
Struggling to open her eyes, Casey found herself immersed in an infinite darkness, the type that obscures even the sight of her own hand before her face.
This situation plunged Casey back into the year of her parents’ car incident. During that period of profound grief, she experienced stress-induced blindness, and the ensuing darkness became an unforgettable nightmare in her life!
“Ah!” After a few moments of silence, she screamed in terror, her voice sounding as though it had been scorched by flames. Her throat, harsh and raw, throbbed with pain from her cries.
Back in the restaurant, it appeared Casey had screamed until her throat was hoarse. Her throat felt shredded, every sound and breath causing excruciating pain.
Yet, consumed by fear, she resisted, unwilling to revisit the time of her temporary blindness, refusing to plunge back into the depths of that nightmare.
Then, a muted thud reverberated through the room.
Casey, accompanied by the chair, toppled to the floor.
The force of impact against the hard floor was so intense that her arm throbbed as if on the brink of fracturing, sending a wave of numbness rippling through her entire body. It evoked the sensation of being a patient immobilized in all four Limbs.
Next, a set of sizable hands assisted her to stand. Those hands gently patted her head before proceeding to untie a strap, thus restoring Casey’s sight.
Before her was a man bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, his figure appearing adorned in a golden radiance, exuding an aura of refinement and gentleness.