On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 21: Chelsea Joyce, You’re Not Pregnant, Are You?
"A jinx?"
I scoffed. "You’re talking about Clara Langley, aren’t you?"
Vincent Lombard was instantly displeased. Frowning, he said, "What nonsense are you talking? What does this have to do with Clara?"
Hearing the intimate way he said "Clara" made my stomach churn.
"You know damn well what she has to do with it!" I couldn’t be bothered to get into a pointless argument with him. This was the Grant Family’s home, after all. If a real fight broke out, I would be the one to suffer.
I turned to comfort my mother-in-law, telling her to rest and take care of herself, and that I’d come to see her another day.
My mother-in-law knew what kind of person Vincent Lombard was and feared he would keep making things difficult for me if I stayed, so she reluctantly said her goodbyes.
But I had barely left the room when Vincent Lombard came chasing after me.
"Chelsea Joyce, stop right there!"
He blocked my path, his expression overbearing. With a frown, he adopted the posture of an elder and said, "Since you want to divorce Theodore Grant, hurry up and finalize the proceedings. Don’t drag it out."
I was so infuriated I actually laughed.
I knew Vincent Lombard was an absurd man, but I never imagined he had so little shame.
He was just an elder—not even a blood relative—yet he was sticking his nose into my divorce from Theodore?!
Still, his intentions happened to align perfectly with mine.
I was also desperate for Theodore Grant to just sign the divorce agreement.
"I’ve already signed the divorce papers. It’s your precious nephew who refuses to sign!"
Vincent Lombard frowned. "Impossible. You must be up to your old tricks again!"
I scoffed. "Then you should hurry up and get Theodore to sign. As soon as he does, this divorce will be official."
Vincent Lombard pursed his lips. "Fine. You’d better keep your word."
I ignored him and turned to leave.
But at that exact moment, a jet-black Maybach stopped at the entrance. The door opened, and Theodore Grant stepped out.
Seeing that it was Theodore, I didn’t break my stride and kept walking away. But he rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. "We’re not divorced yet. Where do you think you’re going?"
As he drew near, the heavy stench of alcohol hit me. The smell was so strong it nearly made me gag. I instantly flung his hand off in disgust. "Don’t touch me!"
"You’re my wife. Why can’t I touch you?" Theodore’s face darkened as he seized my arm. His grip was immense, squeezing so hard that I winced in pain.
"Let me go! We’re getting a divorce!"
"But we’re not divorced yet, are we?" A cold smirk played on Theodore’s lips. "So shouldn’t you be fulfilling your wifely duties?"
The words were barely out of his mouth before he swept me up by the waist. In a few strides, he tossed me into the car, his tall frame immediately pinning me down.
"Theodore, are you insane?! Let me go!" I struggled frantically, kicking, scratching, and biting him with all my might!
But he swiftly overpowered me, using his arms and legs to pin me down so I couldn’t move an inch.
"Not a chance!" Theodore ripped off his tie with one hand, his movement shockingly violent. "Chelsea Joyce, I’m telling you, don’t even think about leaving me! Not in this lifetime!"
The moment he spoke, he leaned down and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was rough, his breathing heavy, and the oppressive force of it left me unable to breathe.
I struggled to turn away, and when I couldn’t, I bit down with enough force to kill.
"Sss..." Bitten, Theodore jerked his head to the side, glaring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive.
But I couldn’t even register his anger. The reek of alcohol on his breath had already made my stomach heave, and shoving him away, I leaned over the seat and began to retch violently.
Soon, a pungent, sour stench filled the car.
When I finally managed to suppress the overwhelming wave of nausea, a tissue was held out in front of me.
I lifted my eyes coldly and met Theodore’s gaze.
Perhaps the alcohol was wearing off, or perhaps he was disgusted by the mess I’d made in his car. In any case, he didn’t press his attack.
I took the tissue, wiped my mouth, then vengefully threw it back into the car.
Seeing the mess I’d made of his car, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. ’Serves him right!’
But Theodore seemed completely unfazed. He just stared intently at me and asked, "Chelsea Joyce, are you pregnant?"
My heart sank. I never imagined Theodore would expose the pregnancy so bluntly.
Even so, I forced myself to stay calm and shot him a cold glance. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly be pregnant?"
I added with a sneer, "Weren’t you the one who said I was infertile?"
Theodore’s expression soured, clearly recalling the subject of our recent fights.
When he didn’t reply, I felt a flicker of anxiety, unsure if he believed me. Still, I maintained a calm facade. "It’s just an upset stomach. The reek of alcohol on your breath made me feel sick."
Theodore pursed his lips, apparently convinced. "No wonder you’ve lost so much weight recently. Have you been to the hospital?"
"That’s none of your concern." I shoved him aside, pushed the door open, and got out.
Theodore immediately got out from the other side of the car and caught up to me in just a few steps. "I’ll take you to the hospital. We talked about getting you a full physical..."
I shook his hand off. "Don’t trouble yourself!"
"Chelsea Joyce! Can you stop fighting with me?" Theodore’s patience had clearly run out. "This is just because you’re jealous of Clara Langley, isn’t it? Fine. I promise you, I’ll stop getting tangled up with her from now on..."
But as soon as he said that, his phone began to ring.
I glanced at the caller ID: Clara Langley.
I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.
’Even now, Theodore thinks I’m just being jealous and throwing a tantrum. I have no idea where he gets his confidence from!’
’Right now, I just want to get as far away from him as possible. The thought of even exchanging another word with him is sickening!’
...
I don’t know what Clara Langley said to Theodore on the phone, but he didn’t come after me again.
I couldn’t help but let out a long breath.
The fear from my near-assault must have finally caught up to me, because my hands on the steering wheel started to tremble, and a sting pricked the back of my eyes.
Just then, my car’s Bluetooth rang. It was Chloe Miller.
"Hey, Chelsea, sweetie! What do you want for lunch? My boss is out of the country again, so there’s no one here to boss me around. I can totally ditch work and slack off..."
"Why don’t I just come to your office..."
"Chelsea, are you crying?" Chloe instantly detected the change in my voice.
I pursed my lips and told Chloe what had just happened.
"That bastard, Theodore!" Chloe seethed, gritting her teeth. Probably because she was still at the office, she couldn’t start cursing, so she just lowered her voice. "Chelsea, where are you? I’m coming to get you."
I took a deep breath, as if I’d finally made a decision. "Chloe, I want to have an abortion. I’m not keeping this baby."
