Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
She paused before declaring, “Ms. Warburton, the extra money isn’t necessary. I’ll stay and continue caring for your grandma.”
After saying that, she headed to the pharmacy for medication.
Upon opening the door, Audrey found her grandmother’s room in disarray. Shattered glass and crumpled bed sheets littered the floor.
Her uncle, Brent Warburton, stood by the bed, aggressively smearing cake on her grandmother’s face.
“Damn it! Eat this! You have to eat all of it!” he shouted.
Audrey’s grandmother whimpered in pain due to her frail condition.
Infuriated, Audrey couldn’t believe Brent would treat his own mother this way.
Without a second thought, she grabbed a cup from the bedside table and hurled it at Brent’s head.
Bang!
Brent let out a scream as the cup hit his head.
“Fuck! Who do you think you are, hitting me?” Clutching his head, Brent roared.
Wiping blood from the corner of his eye, he spotted Audrey glaring at him.
“Brent, get out of my face right now. Or I’ll call the police,”
Audrey warned.
“Call them, I dare you!” Brent retorted, his eyes defiant.
“You’re the one who assaulted me, and I’m here visiting my mother. Who do you think you are?”
Just then, Kendra rushed in. Seeing Audrey’s grandma’s face covered in cake, she quickly began cleaning it with tissues.
Meanwhile, Audrey’s grandmother weakly admonished, “You bastard! Don’t bully Audrey.”
Brent touched his head, then chuckled menacingly.
“Mom, you’re clearly not seeing things right. Who’s bullying whom? I won’t go anywhere until she compensates me!”
At this, Audrey’s grandmother nearly fainted from anger.
Feeling for her grandmother, Audrey interjected, “Brent, let’s take this outside.”
Brent, figuring that Audrey would pay him a hefty sum, promptly followed her out. They exited the room and paused in the corridor.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Audrey cut to the chase.
Grinning insolently, Brent answered, “Look, Audrey. All I’m after is some compensation. Once that’s settled, I won’t place blame on you for the injury.”
Audrey arched an eyebrow.
“You sold my grandma’s house for one million dollars. What about that large amount of money?”
“I’ve spent it all. You know, I got a business to run. Just fork over five hundred thousand. Once I turn a profit, you’ll get double back.”
Scoffing, Audrey retorted, “A business? You mean gambling?”
Brent’s expression shifted.
“What are you even talking about?”
“I had to change my grandma’s number because your creditors wouldn’t stop bothering her.”
Caught in his lie, Brent gave a shameless grin.
“Alright, I gamble now and then. But I’m really in business now. Hand over the money, and you’ll never hear from me again, I promise.”
But Audrey was far from convinced. Brent had a track record of deceit and recklessness. He had been a troublemaker since he was young, causing troubles here and there.
He had become a middle-aged gambling addict, having sold her grandmother’s house without notifying her grandmother, rendering the latter homeless.
Worse yet, he had blown through a million dollars in a mere month.
He was a money pit with no bottom.
“Brent, my dad also owns that house you’ve sold out. Since you sold it for one million, half of that is mine. If you promise never to bother us again, we’re even. Otherwise… I’ll sue you and get back my rightful five hundred thousand,” Audrey declared firmly.
Seizing Audrey’s arm, Brent shoved her violently.
“You bitch! You think you can take me to court? I’ll set you straight right now!
His force sent Audrey stumbling, her hand catching the wall to keep from falling.
“Either give me the damn money, or I’ll make sure you won’t see tomorrow,” Brent hissed menacingly.
“I don’t have any money to give you.”
“Oh, don’t play innocent. You’re involved with a rich guy, aren’t you?
I’ve seen his car. It’s worth a fortune. So don’t tell me you’re short of money.”
“What?” Audrey questioned.
Brent shot a venomous glance at Audrey and remarked, “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen you two getting cozy in that car of his. Now you tell me that you don’t have money, you bitch!”
Audrey didn’t expect that Brent had kept an eye on her for a long time. She snapped, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Growing impatient, Brent cut her off, “Enough talk. Are you giving me the money or not?”
“In your dreams! You won’t get a cent from me!”
Their heated exchange immediately caught the attention of onlookers.
Just then, an elegant man in a grey suit descended a nearby staircase.
His eyes casually flickered toward the commotion.
His assistant quickly clarified, “It looks like the young woman is involved with a wealthy man. A relative found out and is demanding money from her.”
Upon hearing this, Hector responded with apathy, “That’s not our concern.”
A sleek, black luxury car awaited them at the entrance. The assistant swung open the door and gestured for Hector to step inside.
Once seated, Hector leisurely rolled up the window.
Catching another glimpse, he noticed Audrey getting slapped and her hair roughly yanked by Brent, which made her seem quite disheveled.
As Brent reached for her again, her face revealed a red, swollen appearance. She looked utterly dejected.
“Stop the car!” Hector, usually unflappable, sounded unexpectedly urgent.
The driver brought the car to an immediate stop. Hector exited and strolled unhurriedly toward the unfolding scene.
Audrey appeared notably fragile, her hair a tangled mess.
Enraged, Brent grasped Audrey’s hair once more. Lifting his hand, he yelled, “I’ll discipline you on your mother’s behalf today. Cross me again, and I’ll sell you for money!”
However, before Brent could slap Audrey again, his hand was firmly held by Hector.
Hector was tall, his stature shielding against the glaring sunlight, and his eyes met Audrey’s as he thwarted Brent.
“Miss, do you need any help?”
Hector was in good condition. He clenched his fist so hard that Brent almost cried out in pain.
Brent struggled to break free from Hector’s grip, his voice trembling with anger.
“Who do you think you are? Why don’t you mind your own business…
Before Brent could finish his sentence, Hector snapped Brent’s wrist, the sharp crack causing Brent to yelp in pain.
“Ah! Are you out of your mind?”
It took Brent a moment to understand what had just happened. Then, he crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain and letting out piercing screams.
After releasing his grip, Hector calmly reached for a tissue offered by his assistant. He wiped his hands with an air of indifference, his eyes locked onto Audrey throughout, paying no attention to Brent.
But somehow, Brent couldn’t help but feel oppressed by the aura exuded by Hector.
Though Brent had never met Cornell in person, judging from Hector’s handsome appearance and the luxurious car he had arrived in, Brent assumed he must be Audrey’s man. Clutching his injured hand, he decided to exploit the situation.