Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“The transmitter It’s sent another signal!” Matteo’s words spurred Cornell into action, hastily donning his coat as he made his way to the underground garage.
En route, Matteo took charge of assessing any potential threats surrounding the transmitter, while Cornell relayed the news to Erick and Stefan, forging a united front in their shared mission.
Though they embarked on separate paths, their objective remained singular and resolute. They were determined to rescue Audrey and Casey from the clutches of danger.
And when Hector caught wind of the developments, he too rushed to the location provided by the transmitter, his determination mirroring that of his allies as they rallied together in the face of adversity.
As evening cast its shadow upon the room, the door to Audrey’s chamber creaked open once more, heralding Davey’s entrance with a set of documents clutched in his grasp.
Upon glimpsing the words “Identification Institute” emblazoned upon the papers, Audrey’s blood ran cold with dread. Why had the results emerged so prematurely? If the results were to suggest she and Davey were not blood-connected, she knew he would not hesitate to end her life on the spot.
Yet, she had already sent out the signal through the transmitter. If only she could make it a bit Longer, she might survive.
Audrey’s hand lay concealed beneath the pillow, steeling itself for the impending confrontation with Davey.
Davey’s approach was as calculated as ever, his demeanor a facade of sophistication as he gracefully adjusted his glasses, his words dripping with insidious charm. “Audrey, I haven’t looked at these results yet. Do you want to see them first?”
For a fleeting moment, Audrey’s hand, clutching the makeshift weapon, faltered. Davey’s offer seemed too convenient, too laden with ulterior motives to be genuine. Had he truly not examined the contents of the documents, or was this merely another ploy to gauge her reaction to revel in her potential downfall?
“Very well,” Audrey conceded reluctantly, extending her hand to accept the envelope.
Davey’s gaze lingered on Audrey, noting the familiar contours of her face, the resemblance between them striking. Her charming eyes, tinged with a subtle hook, held a captivating allure, a beauty that transcended the ordinary. It was a trait they shared, a trait that bound them together in a twisted dance of fate.
Tremors of apprehension coursed through Audrey as she gingerly peeled back the envelope’s seal, her mind racing with strategies and calculations. Could she strike Davey from this distance? Or perhaps she could find a way to trap him in this very room, securing her chance of escape with her mother.
But as Audrey poised to act, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her grip faltered, and the envelope slipped from her fingers, its contents scattering across the floor in a chaotic flurry.
Disregarding the scattered papers, Audrey seized the opportunity to launch her preemptive strike, thrusting her makeshift weapon toward Davey’s exposed neck.
Despite the disparity in their heights, Davey’s posture, slightly stooped, left him vulnerable to Audrey’s sudden assault.
The makeshift weapon found its mark with chilling accuracy, piercing Davey’s flesh with chilling ease.
A crimson trickle of blood began to seep from the wound, staining the pristine surface of the weapon’s shaft.
The air crackled with tension as Audrey watched the blood flow, her heart pounding with adrenaline-fueled intensity. But as the reality of the situation sank in, she realized her miscalculation.
The absence of a spurting artery confirmed her error. This wound, while severe, would not prove fatal.
Davey’s hand instinctively rose to his neck, fingers coming away stained with the vivid hue of fresh blood. With an almost unnerving composure, he redirected his gaze at Audrey, his expression a mask of steely resolve.
“Trying to kill me?” His voice remained eerily calm, and his dark eyes bore into hers, unreadable and impenetrable, like the still depths of the dead sea, betraying no hint of emotion or vulnerability.
As Audrey cautiously distanced herself from Davey, her voice rang out with defiant conviction. “Someone will come to rescue me and my mom soon. Don’t think you can escape this!”
Davey’s response was devoid of surprise. “You’ve made contact with the outside?”
Audrey reasoned Davey’s sharp intellect likely already discerned their covert efforts. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared to confront him openly. She would have maintained the facade of compliance.
Davey, unperturbed by the sharp implement lodged in his neck, regarded Audrey with a mixture of admiration and amusement. “Not bad. You’re truly my daughter. Brave enough.”
Audrey’s furrowed brow betrayed her confusion at his cryptic remark.
She didn’t believe this cunning man had not already seen the paternity test. He must have been aware that she wasn’t his offspring.
Seeing her perplexed expression, Davey suddenly erupted into Laughter.
“Looks Like you were playing me for a fool, but…”
He stooped to retrieve the report resting on the floor, offering it to her with a solemn declaration. “Seems you were right all along. You truly are my daughter.”
Audrey found herself struck dumb. She stood there, thunderstruck, as if she couldn’t trust her own ears.
Yet, there it was, spelled out in black and white on the paternity test, a staggering 99.99% match. How could this be? She had merely blurted it out in desperation, a gambit to save her own skin. And yet, reality had taken a sharp turn, morphing her bluff into truth.
She was, undeniably, Davey’s offspring! Davey, who had aimed to end her life on numerous occasions, was now revealed to be her biological father!
As Davey drew nearer, Audrey’s voice pierced the air with a sudden command. “Stop!”
It felt like she was losing her grip on reality, defensively hoisting a chair as a barrier. “Don’t you dare take another step!”
Davey halted, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. “Audrey, things between us have changed, and it’s time for you to start accepting that.”
He asserted firmly, “I am your biological father.”
“To hell with you being my father!” Audrey couldn’t contain her scorn.
“Can you believe it? You’ve actually tried to kill me, not just once, but three times, with genuine intent. And now, just because we share the same blood, you think I should forgive you?”
Davey’s composed facade momentarily faltered. With measured composure, he stated, “In the past, I was unaware. But dwelling on that won’t help us move forward; we need to focus on the future. Being my daughter won’t bring you any disadvantages. And just so you know, I’ll protect you from anyone who has ever wronged you, regardless of who they are.”
Audrey had never witnessed such audacity and deluded behavior. How could he say such a thing, urging her to disregard the past? After enduring his attempts on her life not once, not twice, but thrice…
And enduring her mother’s captivity… If it weren’t for him, her life wouldn’t have been so fraught with turmoil, and her adoptive father wouldn’t have died innocently.
Davey’s brazen claim that she’d suffer no disadvantage in the days ahead was like salt in her wounds. Every loss, every trial, every tear had all bore his mark. She, who should have been cherished by her mother, endured a life marred by chaos.
“Davey, are you delusional? I’ll never recognize you as my father. I’ll take my mom and leave. You’ve imprisoned her for years and your hands are stained with the blood of innocents!” Audrey’s eyes bore into him as she spoke, her determination unwavering. “People like you belong in hell!”
Davey, unfazed by Audrey’s fury, offered a soft smile. “It seems we can’t come to an agreement.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “But it didn’t matter. We three will have a lot of time together, and you’ll see what a good father I can be.”
Audrey eyed Davey warily, uncertain of his next move.
But she didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Davey summoned a servant and ordered, “Pack the young lady’s belongings and get them on the plane.”
Seeing Audrey’s ashen face, Davey calmly explained, “We’re leaving soon.”
Audrey was dumbfounded, paralyzed by shock. Davey intended to whisk away both her and Casey.
Audrey knew Davey’s cunning well, his expertise in hiding Casey for decades a testament to his skill. Once taken away this time, she might bid farewell to her father, her brother, her children, and all she held dear.
“I won’t go! Period!” Audrey hurled a chair and bolted for the door.
But before she could reach it, Davey seized her arm, binding her wrists with his tie, and carried her downstairs.
Time was of the essence. Their location might have been compromised.
They had to flee immediately.
Outside, arrangements were made. Once they left, Davey could hide them as before.
Bound and hoisted over Davey’s shoulder, Audrey was powerless to break free, no matter how fiercely she fought.
Near the doorway, Audrey spotted a servant escorting Casey toward the waiting helicopter.
From Davey’s shoulder, Audrey screamed, “Mom! Mom! Run! Don’t board the plane! Run!”
Casey glanced at Audrey, momentarily perplexed. But she didn’t react.
It seemed yesterday’s clarity was a fleeting moment for Audrey.
Annoyed by Audrey’s outcry, Davey threatened, “If you don’t want me to throw you down, shut up!”
Yet, his words only fueled Audrey’s desperation and her cries grew louder. “Mom! You must flee! He’s a monster, drenched in blood!”
Davey seethed with rage.
Thankfully, they neared the helicopter. He handed Audrey to a burly bodyguard.
Audrey resisted vehemently. “Don’t touch me!”
Davey hesitated, perhaps reconsidering allowing others to handle Audrey.
In that moment of hesitation, Audrey broke free and dashed toward Casey. “Mom!” she yelled loudly.
Miraculously, Casey rose from her wheelchair. The servant behind her panicked, but before the servant could react, Casey made a shocking move. She ran.
It was widely understood that Casey’s physical condition limited her ability to control her limbs, often necessitating the use of a wheelchair. While she could occasionally manage to stand, her ability to do so usually lasted no more than five seconds.
Casey reached for Audrey’s hand, and together they sprinted toward a sedan parked nearby.
But the car door remained locked.
The next second, the car door unlocked with a beep.
Audrey found herself holding a key fob, which she had sneakily snatched from Davey moments ago.