Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Luis’s words stirred something in Cornell, but he quickly brushed it aside.
“I swear, the person in Audrey’s heart is definitely you,” Luis added with certainty.
With experience from numerous relationships and memorable encounters with women, Luis could tell when someone was in love.
However, Cornell shot back coldly, “Your swear means nothing to me.”
“Damn it!” Luis’s frustration bubbled over when he heard Cornell’s words.
“Let’s make a bet then! If I tell Audrey you have an accident, she will rush to your side immediately. Believe it or not!”
Cornell pursed his lips and remained silent in response.
To prove his point, Luis reached for his phone and dialed Audrey’s number. He looked at Cornell and said, “Let’s wait and see. If I win, you will give me that luxurious yacht of yours in exchange.”
Luis had coveted that rare yacht for quite some time, but it was a Limited edition worldwide, and he couldn’t possibly afford it.
Cornell pondered for a moment but didn’t reject Luis’ proposal. He simply replied, “Whatever.”
The phone call was answered shortly after. Luis put it on the speaker.
Suddenly, Luis’ tone changed dramatically. With impressive acting skills, he said in a feigned panic, “Audrey, bad news! Cornell spat out blood and passed out!”
On the other end of the phone, Audrey had already finished her evening routine and settled into bed. When she heard the news, her heart leaped with concern.
Anxiously, she asked, “What? How can that be? Where is he now? Did you call an ambulance? Please take him to the hospital. I’ll head there immediately.”
Listening to Audrey’s panicked words, Luis looked at Cornell with a victorious expression.
Cornell’s once stern expression instantly softened.
Luis continued his act.
“Cornell had a bit too much to drink at the bar, and he started coughing up blood. It’s clear he is not in the best shape. You should come as quickly as you can.”
At this moment, Audrey was already dressed and had her hand on the doorknob, ready to leave.
However, Luis’s last sentence made her pause.
It struck her that Cornell’s sour mood was probably related to Cecilia.
She and Cornell had just struck an agreement not to see each other except for divorce-related matters. In that case, the person he most likely wanted to see right now was Cecilia.
“Take your time, and don’t worry too much. I’ll wait here for you,”
Luis urged.
When he was about to end the call, Audrey stopped him.
“Wait a minute, Luis.”
She continued with a measured tone, “I’m not going there. Please take Cornell to the hospital. If anything happens to him again, please contact Cecilia directly. This really isn’t my concern.”
Luis stammered, “But… Audrey, he’s coughing up blood. Are you sure you don’t want to come over?”
Sweat broke out on Luis’ forehead. He couldn’t fathom what had prompted this sudden change of heart in Audrey, who had been so concerned just moments ago.
“Besides, I’m not a doctor. My presence wouldn’t make any difference.
I apologize for the inconvenience caused, but that’s my final decision,” Audrey firmly declared.
With that, she ended the call.
Luis stared at his phone, dumbfounded.
His coveted yacht had just slipped through his fingers.
He couldn’t accept it. He refused to give up. There was no way he would allow that to happen!
Determined to make one last attempt for that coveted yacht, Luis called Audrey again.
“Tonight, I have to win that yacht no matter what.”
However, Audrey’s phone could no longer be connected.
Luis received a message, saying, “Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off.”
Unyielding, Luis tried again. After five consecutive attempts to reach Audrey, Luis finally gave up on contacting her since she had already turned off her phone.
This made Luis rather speechless.
He muttered, “What could you have done to upset Audrey again? It doesn’t make sense…”
The previous night, Audrey had been beside herself with worry when Cornell had been rushed to the emergency room. So, Luis was convinced of Audrey’s genuine concern for Cornell.
With a resounding crash, Cornell swept all the bottles and tea sets off the table.
His expression was even more horrible than that of Satan. His palms, now stained with blood from the shattered glass, seemed to be the least of his concerns.
“Bring me the alcohol,” he demanded.
However, Luis couldn’t bear to watch Cornell indulge in alcohol. He signaled to the waiter not to serve him any more alcohol.
If Cornell continued to drink like this, it could make him meet his demise.
But Jarrod didn’t stop Cornell from drinking. He took a bottle from the waiter and cracked it open for Cornell. He said, his tone devoid of sympathy, “Never let a woman get under your skin. Let’s drink and forget it!”
Cornell grabbed the bottle and downed it in one go.
The potent liquor burned his stomach!
After chugging down a few more bottles, he collapsed onto the floor with a resounding thud.
As Cornell teetered on the edge of consciousness, he muttered, “Why?
Why don’t you want me…”
Meanwhile, in Crystal Bay, Audrey lay on her bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, thoughts of Cornell and the pained expression on his face when he left haunted her.
She forced a bitter smile, trying to convince herself that she was overthinking things.
How could Cornell feel hurt by her words? There should be no one but Cecilia who could cause him sorrow.
She forced herself to sleep in vain. Her eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her thoughts had already drifted away.
During her phone conversation with Luis, it seemed Luis didn’t joke about Cornell’s condition.
Why did Cornell treat himself like that? His wound hadn’t even recovered yet.
The image of Cornell valiantly stepping in to shield her from harm flashed in her mind.
She clutched the bed sheets tightly and suddenly rose from her bed.
Since she was concerned about Cornell, it was only right to go and check on him.
She assured herself that she was just going there to make sure he was okay, nothing more.
After Audrey rushed to the hospital, she noticed it was about to rain.
Just as she was about to dial Luis’ number, a hand patted on her shoulder.
“Audrey, what brings you here?”
Henley was surprised to see her at the hospital.
“I…” Audrey was about to respond when she noticed a needle in Henley’s arm, suggesting he had just finished an IV treatment.
Her empathy for him welled up, and she asked, “Are you feeling better now?”
Henley lowered his hand to hide the wound, then replied gently, “I’m okay.”
Recalling the awkward moments earlier regarding the phone call, Audrey apologized embarrassedly, “Henley, I’m sorry about the call.”
Henley’s eyes dimmed briefly but quickly recovered, saying, “There is no need to apologize, Audrey. You don’t owe me an apology.”
Looking at Audrey’s exhausted face and the dark circles under her eyes, Henley continued, “Why do you look so pale? It’s very late.