Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
However, she had noticed that those who appeared clever often met their end swiftly at Davey’s hands. Perhaps appearing somewhat naive and frightened might lower his defenses. Plus, she was genuinely curious about how Davey had located her when she was a child.
Davey, his face gentle and bearing a mild smile, answered, “Because I couldn’t bear the thought of my love being tainted. Your very existence is a reminder of her once compromised purity.”
Audrey was left speechless by his madness. She steadied her voice, which trembled slightly. “How did you locate me when I was a child?”
“It was purely by accident,” Davey replied, smiling. “I didn’t expect your foster father to guard you so vigilantly. You were quite fortunate.”
His smile then morphed, becoming more sinister and twisted. “You didn’t perish in the cold that night, nor were you suffocated in a trash bag…”
Audrey’s eyes widened in horror. “It was you…” She gasped, piecing together the implications. “You’re the one who put me in a trash bag and discarded me!”
“Not too dumb,” Davey remarked, acknowledging her realization.
Davey’s face twisted into a satisfied grin. “Indeed, you are quite lucky. When I threw you away in that bag, I slammed it against the ground several times, yet here you are, alive.”
Audrey listened, her horror growing. How could anyone inflict such cruelty on a child? Her survival, she knew, was due to her body’s flexibility as a child, described by her foster father when he found her in a garbage dump.
After bringing the young Audrey home, they discovered bruises covering her body. She was barely clinging to life.
They nursed her, doubting she would survive. Yet surprisingly, she soon became energetic, and further medical examinations revealed no Lingering issues.
Audrey suspected the mud had cushioned much of the impact, and children’s bodies were naturally more resilient. There were instances of children surviving high falls with minimal injuries.
While rare, such miracles did occur, and Audrey’s case was indeed miraculous.
Reflecting on her narrow escapes from Davey’s attempts to kill her brought a new calmness to her demeanor. Gradually, Audrey attempted to engage Davey in conversation. “Is my mom in your custody?” she asked.
Davey’s facade of gentility vanished as he seized Audrey by the jaw, his eyes sharp and menacing. “Don’t dare call that woman your mother. You don’t deserve to, and I won’t let you Live!”
The murderous intent in his gaze was unmistakable.
Audrey knew Davey intended to end her life. This deranged man, who had already tried to kill her twice, was certainly not going to pass up this chance.
Pain surged through her jaw as it cracked. Audrey struggled to breathe but managed to cry out defiantly, “Let me see my mom one last time… After that, do whatever you want…”
“Dream on!” Davey released Audrey abruptly, throwing her to the ground. His eyes were icy as he spat out, “You, a cursed being, shouldn’t exist!”
Davey could not accept that his revered goddess had borne a child with another man. Such a blemish had to be removed!
Despite the searing pain in her jaw, Audrey continued to plead through her tears, “Just one look. Let me see my mom, please… I want to cross that off my bucket list..”
Davey found amusement in Audrey’s acute awareness of her looming death, coupled with her sole desire to see Casey. He taunted, “You want to see her, but she might not want to see you!”
Audrey shook her head in disbelief. “You’re lying. How could my mom not want to see me? She loves me. If it hadn’t been for you kidnapping her and abandoning me, we would still be living happily!”
“It seems you won’t believe it until you see it for yourself.”
Davey’s expression hardened. “Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.”
He clapped his hands, and a door swung open, echoing through the room.
Bathed in the bright light, Audrey realized she was in what appeared to be a cold storage room.
Davey was unaffected by the chill, thanks to his specially designed clothing.
A figure clad in black entered, pushing a wheelchair. The bright reflection obscured the seated person’s identity.
Davey walked over, took control of the wheelchair, and pushed it closer until the woman seated became clearly visible.
Audrey was struck silent by the sight. Floods of childhood memories washed over her. Memories of her mother singing lullabies to put her to sleep and holding her hand as they bought ice cream crossed her mind.
Despite the passage of time, her mother’s face remained remarkably youthful, barely touched by the years.
Audrey’s lips trembled, and she finally whispered, “Mom…” Her voice echoed with a deep sorrow, as if they had been separated for centuries.
Casey showed no response to Audrey’s call of “Mom.”
Desperate to embrace Casey, Audrey found her legs frozen stiff.
Attempting to move caused her to collapse to her knees. She tried to crawl toward Casey, her vision blurred with tears, repeatedly murmuring, “Mom… Mom…”
Yet, Casey looked on indifferently, as if she didn’t recognize her daughter at all.
Just as Audrey neared Casey, Davey cruelly stepped on Audrey’s fingers, his expression icy. “See, Casey doesn’t care about you at all”
Audrey noted that Casey didn’t even shift her gaze. Something felt profoundly wrong. It appeared Casey had experienced a tremendous shock to end up in such a state.
Davey returned Casey to the attendant in black, cautious not to reveal too much.
Ever since Casey had seen the lifeless body of Jimena, she had been in this condition, unresponsive, motionless, and devoid of expression.
Yet, she continued to eat, functioning mechanically like a robot.
Medical professionals had been unable to pinpoint any illness, attributing her condition to intense shock.
This time, however, it was clear Casey wasn’t feigning her state.
Davey had conducted numerous tests, and Casey had not reacted to any stimuli, including the recent attempt to provoke a response by presenting Audrey.
Casey was connected to machines that monitored her heart rate.
Ordinarily, any parent reunited with a long-lost child would exhibit some heart rate fluctuation, especially someone like Casey, who deeply loved her children.
But Casey remained as unresponsive as ever even when Audrey called her, her heart rate unchanging.
Frustrated by this realization, Davey acknowledged the harsh truth.
Seeing no further use of Audrey, he lifted his foot off her. His expression disdainful, he commanded, “Set the temperature to minus sixty-two degrees.”
Audrey was shocked! She gasped in disbelief. This was his method of finishing what he hadn’t managed before. He intended to freeze her to death.
Watching Davey stride toward the exit, Audrey realized she had one last opportunity. Once he left the room, her fate would be sealed.
How could she muster the strength to fight for her life? She didn’t want to die. She was determined to live, to rescue her mother, and to await Erick’s arrival.
With Casey’s face in her mind, Audrey suddenly called out hoarsely, “Davey Glyn!”
Using his full name grabbed his attention. As expected, he halted and turned to face her.
Audrey bit her tongue, tasting blood, which brought a sharp clarity and calm. Her voice raspy from dehydration, she challenged, “Have you ever considered whose child I am?”
Davey’s expression shifted to shock for a brief moment.
Audrey noticed this and sensed she had made some progress. The next part of her plan was critical to her survival. Without giving Davey time to ponder, she pressed on, “Mr. Glyn, given your intelligence, you’ve probably figured it out.
You know, my brother Erick and I aren’t biological related. Didn’t you ever question why my dad would adopt a boy instead of having his own?”
Davey laughed dismissively. “Are you trying to suggest you’re my child? Clever, but I’m not naive enough to believe such a tale.”
With that, he turned and walked away, clearly unconvinced.
Audrey collapsed onto the ground, motionless, conserving her body heat to extend her survival. This wild theory was a desperate invention on her part.
Davey was smart, yet not without his vulnerabilities. His Achilles’ heel was her existence as proof of Casey’s “infidelity.” He wanted her dead because he viewed mother, Casey.
But what if she were actually his daughter? How might that change things? How would he react.. He couldn’t be that heartless, right?
Though Davey had departed, it didn’t mean Audrey had lost. A seed of doubt, once sown, might flourish into endless turmoil.
Audrey was betting on Davey being tormented by his doubts, ensnared by the trap she had laid. She had to remain alive until help arrived.
She must survive.
After exiting the room, Davey faced Casey, who was unable to speak or even change her expression. His look was stern.
On the surveillance screen, Audrey could be seen lying in the cold storage, an image of despair.
Davey watched Audrey for a prolonged moment. Unexpectedly, his heart, usually only moved by thoughts of Casey, felt an uncharacteristic twinge of distress.
Davey turned his eyes away, calming himself in whispers.
At first glance, he had pegged Audrey as astute. The things she said and her actions were unreliable. Surely, this was a snare she had laid for him.
Casting another glance at Casey, Davey remained silent before suddenly dropping to crouch, seizing her shoulders, and jolting her with force. “Casey, are you hiding something from me?”
Casey’s pupils dilated unfocused, showing no reaction to his query.
Davey’s hands clamped tighter around her arms as he clenched his teeth and pressed, “Speak! Are you?”
Still unresponsive, Casey only mustered incoherent sounds to the pain.