Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Roscoe and I are serious. I’ve accepted his proposal. In my heart, he’s already my husband,” Nicole declared with conviction.
With those words, she vowed never to step into the Oasis Apartment, this prison.
Suddenly, a muffled “Bang” echoed ominously.
Jarrod’s face flushed with rage as he threw the lamp beside him forcefully.
It crashed into the mirror-like TV wall, emitting a thunderous crash as both the lamp and the LCD TV shattered into pieces.
After letting off steam, Jarrod left the chaos of the room behind.
Nothing, and no one, was beyond his control.
Nicole fled the Oasis Apartment and took a taxi, as if running away.
The driver glanced at her disheveled state. “Where to, miss?” he asked.
“The hospital,” Nicole answered firmly.
The driver wasted no time, getting her swiftly to the hospital.
Nicole exited the taxi and made her way directly to Roscoe’s ward Leila had mentioned before.
On the second floor, guards arranged by the Watts family blocked the entrance, preventing Nicole from getting in.
Rather than causing a scene with the guards, Nicole stood outside and called out, “Roscoe, Roscoe…”
The guards stood there in shock, not expecting her to pull such a stunt. They were utterly perplexed, determined not to let anyone disturb Roscoe.
Currently, Roscoe was embroiled in a standoff with his family. The Watts family insisted that he needed treatment abroad, yet he resolutely refused. It wasn’t about the cost. Rather, the treatment would require a month, and Roscoe couldn’t spare the time right now.
Moreover, he was certain that Nicole would come looking for him.
Amidst the clamor outside, a reflective Roscoe smiled. Pushing open the door, he limped toward Nicole, masking his pain to keep her from worrying.
At the doorway, the guards were trying to drag Nicole away from the ward. “Enough with the commotion. Keep it up, and I might just lose my temper!” a tall man barked rudely.
Unfazed, Nicole stood her ground. “I’m not troubling you. I’m just calling him. If he chooses to come out to see me, that’s on him, not you.”
The guard, lacking any sense, blurted out roughly, “Cut the chatter and back off, or I’ll really get physical.”
He even raised his hand, poised to strike.
“Stop!” Roscoe intervened from behind, his tone authoritative yet devoid of anger. “Apologize to her.”
The guard was momentarily taken aback, not used to seeing Roscoe display such power. He quickly bowed and offered an apology. “Sorry, miss.”
Roscoe confidently took Nicole’s hand and led her into the ward, with the guards not daring to say another word.
The Watts family had a strict rule about visitors, especially if they weren’t family. But they also made it clear not to upset Roscoe, as his mood mattered a lot.
Taking Nicole’s hand while walking into the ward, Roscoe immediately asked, “Have you been eating properly?”
Then, noticing her wrist felt thinner as he touched it, he expressed his concern, “It seems you’ve lost weight.” He recalled his previous efforts to help her maintain a healthy weight.
Nicole couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. Roscoe’s concerns were always so personal, always centered on her well-being. And he had a unique way of perceiving her emotional state right away.
“I have,” Nicole responded, though it wasn’t entirely true. She had been eating because Jarrod insisted, and she forced herself to eat to remain strong and look for a way out.
“Don’t worry about Austin and Dora. We’ll figure it out together,”
Roscoe reassured her.
Nicole was surprised, not expecting Roscoe to already know about the issues involving Austin and Dora.
Roscoe had his own sources within the Watts family. His father’s assistant once owed him a favor.
At that time, the assistant’s child had a rare and costly illness, and he couldn’t afford to show his distress since he relied on his salary for medical bills. Roscoe offered to help when he overheard the assistant talking on the phone. Roscoe even suggested a traditional doctor for his child’s condition.
Once the assistant’s child recovered, his perception of Roscoe significantly improved.
Among the youngsters of the Watts family, Roscoe was considered capable and serious, despite being an illegitimate child. The assistant treated Roscoe with respect, knowing Roscoe might lead the Watts family someday.
The assistant assumed he wouldn’t suffer any loss if he had helped Roscoe and Roscoe didn’t make it.
So, upon Roscoe’s return this time, much of the information Roscoe gathered came from the assistant.
Roscoe assured Nicole, looking into her eyes to clarify her confusion, “Don’t worry. I have my own allies within the Watts family. They wouldn’t dare do anything to harm me.”
Nicole noticed that Roscoe’s movements were somewhat clumsy, and his wrist was marked by a deep scar, a lingering reminder of the harsh punishment imposed by Roscoe’s father.
It seemed Roscoe was less concerned about his legs, but his hands were crucial. They were meant to heal and save Lives.
Nicole’s heart ached witnessing him struggle to lift heavy objects.
Her voice trembled as she asked, “Roscoe, are you planning to get treatment?”
“Not yet,” Roscoe replied casually, showing little concern for his injury. He even pulled his sleeve down to cover the noticeable scar out of Nicole’s sight.
Nicole’s heart ached, and she hesitantly asked, “Wasn’t this your final chance?” Jarrod had mentioned that Roscoe’s missing this opportunity could mean no hope for recovery, beyond even divine help.
Jarrod taunted, curious to see how Roscoe would decide this time. He wondered whether Roscoe would remain and fight a losing battle, or accept a more ordinary Life.
Realizing he couldn’t keep it from Nicole, Roscoe gently touched her head, reassuring her, “It’s okay. It’s not as serious as you think. I can still hold you.”
Roscoe embraced Nicole firmly, his voice soft. “Nicole, it means a lot that you’re concerned about me.”
Encircled in his arms, Nicole felt his comforting warmth. To her, Roscoe was like a small sun, endlessly emanating warmth. But she felt like a burden to him.
Roscoe was such a skilled doctor who could have had a bright future even without the Watts family’s influence. Even if the Lawrence family hadn’t initially supported Roscoe, the Watts family would have recognized him eventually, ensuring his status as a young master with an inheritance well beyond ordinary reach. No matter the life he had encountered, it would not have been too challenging.
Yet, he had chosen the most difficult path. He decided to stay by her side, enduring numerous hardships.
Whenever Nicole wavered, Roscoe would immediately sense it, reassuring her, “Nicole, you can’t leave me behind. I’ll always be your little puppy.”
The term “Little puppy” came about while they were watching a TV show where young, loyal boyfriends were likened to loyal dogs.
Roscoe had joked with Nicole, declaring he would be her little puppy for life.
With tears welling up, Nicole understood that love was never a balanced transaction.
One often gave more than the other, yet if that giving brought joy and was perceived as happiness, it signified a valuable contribution.
Thus, Nicole simply needed to respond to her little puppy.
Nicole raised her hand, affectionately ruffled Roscoe’s hair, and affirmed, “I won’t leave you behind. Things will get better for us.”
At the Watts family mansion.
Jarrod sat on the sofa, his leg casually resting on the coffee table.
“Mr. Watts, remember what you promised me?” he asked, clearly displeased.
Back then, understanding the tight spot the Watts family was in, Jarrod had shown them mercy and left Roscoe’s father, Miguel, an exit route.
Miguel had been so grateful that he repeatedly expressed his thanks, vowing to ensure Roscoe would part ways with Nicole by any means necessary.
Truth be told, Jarrod’s motives weren’t dignified. He wasn’t interested in preserving another family’s legacy.
He’d rather see Nicole and Roscoe part on bitter terms than let Roscoe become a lingering memory in Nicole’s mind if Roscoe passed away.
He aimed to witness the lovers turn against each other with hate. That way, he could keep Nicole by his side.
Jarrod wouldn’t let Roscoe leave a lasting impression on Nicole’s heart.
Miguel was annoyed by Jarrod’s arrogance but had no choice but to tolerate it, lowering his head to reply, “Mr. Schultz, I’ve kept an eye on Roscoe, but I couldn’t prevent Miss Lawrence from reaching out to him. After all, I didn’t raise Roscoe. There’s a natural distance between him and me, and I can’t afford to upset him too much, right?”
Miguel’s response was a clear attempt to avoid accountability. He was evidently trying to disassociate himself, looking to cut ties.
Regardless of Roscoe’s preferences for women, as long as the woman Roscoe chose could secure the Watts family legacy, Miguel was unconcerned about her background.
Miguel planned to distract Roscoe with young, attractive secretaries.
He wasn’t concerned about Roscoe’s loyalty.
To Miguel, Roscoe was just a means to carry on the family legacy.
But now, with Roscoe as his sole heir, he couldn’t just watch the vast family fortune potentially fall into the hands of other relatives. Therefore, he had to handle matters involving Roscoe with extra care.
Jarrod responded with a cold scoff, “Mr. Watts, are you trying to play games me? You weren’t saying this when you knelt before me. I shouldn’t have shown mercy back then.”