On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 26: Infertility

Sebastian Forrest didn’t get up to leave until the pot of tea was finished.

But the moment he left, the phone on the table suddenly started vibrating.

I glanced at the caller ID. It was Theodore Grant.

I frowned. Although I didn’t want to take the call, I pressed the answer button anyway.

"Come out. I’m downstairs." Theodore Grant’s voice was heavy.

I said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it over the phone."

"Do you want me to sign the divorce papers? If you do, come downstairs."

After saying that, Theodore Grant hung up immediately.

I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. ’It’s still daytime,’ I thought, ’and we’re in the middle of the residential complex. Even if Theodore Grant wanted to do something to me, it would be impossible.’

Even so, I still secretly slipped a folding fruit knife into my pocket, just in case. ’Even if I can’t seriously injure him,’ I mused, ’I can at least give him a few cuts.’

It was now afternoon. The late autumn sun was bright and warm, casting dappled shadows as it fell through the sparse branches.

When I got downstairs, I saw Theodore Grant leaning against an elm tree. He was tall and stood straight, just as he had looked when I first met him.

But back then, he had been free and unrestrained, his clothes fluttering with an impossible air of nonchalance. Now, his expression was as dark as a thundercloud, radiating a faint, menacing aura.

He must have seen me come down, because the moment our eyes met, he slowly pushed himself off the tree and stood up straight.

Through the shifting light and shadows, I saw a fragmented gleam in his eyes, which were as sharp as knives. But there was a bruise at the corner of his mouth—from where Sebastian Forrest had hit him earlier.

I felt a little hesitant and uneasy, but my gaze met his without a trace of fear.

Theodore Grant just stared at me intently, as if he were desperately suppressing something. The moment I walked up to him, however, everything went quiet.

"Why is he helping you?"

I knew the "he" he was referring to was Sebastian Forrest.

A thrill of revenge surged through me. I had previously been worried that Sebastian Forrest helping me would cause a misunderstanding with Theodore Grant.

But now, seeing that expression on Theodore Grant’s face, all I felt was a vindictive satisfaction.

But Theodore Grant suddenly shook his head. "No, you and him... it’s impossible..."

He seemed to have thought of something. "You begged him to help you, didn’t you?"

I didn’t know why he’d suddenly say that, but I knew he was right. Still, I didn’t let it show on my face and said coldly, "You can think whatever you want."

He couldn’t help but take a deep breath. In an instant, his expression changed to one full of guilt. "Chelsea, I never thought things would get to this point between us. About what happened to your mother..."

"Don’t you talk about my mother!" I cut him off, staring daggers at him, wishing my gaze could burn holes right through him.

’How dare he!’

’How could he have the nerve to bring up my mother!’

"Okay, I won’t." Theodore Grant’s voice softened. "I admit, when it came to Clara Langley, I wasn’t decisive enough in how I handled things, and I hurt you. And also..."

He reached out and gripped my shoulders, looking down at me. "But you have to believe me. There’s really nothing between Clara and me. I don’t want to divorce you, Chelsea..."

Our faces were inches apart. I saw the fervent heat in Theodore Grant’s eyes. "What happened before was my fault. I’m sorry. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay? Just give me one last chance..."

I never thought I would one day hear such words from Theodore Grant’s mouth.

For a moment, I was stunned, even shocked... hesitant...

But in the end, looking into his intense gaze, I shook my head. "Theodore, some hurts, once they happen, have happened. I can’t just plug my ears, cover my eyes, and pretend it all never happened."

I took a deep breath. "Theodore, let me go. And let yourself go, too."

Theodore’s lips moved. "Does it have to be this way?"

His eyes were slightly red-rimmed. When he turned his head to look away, it was as if he was desperately holding something back.

I opened my mouth but said nothing. In the end, I just nodded and said, "Yes."

"Fine. I’ll sign the divorce papers!" Theodore Grant stared at me, his eyes fixed on mine. "Tomorrow! Tomorrow we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and file for divorce!"

I hadn’t expected him to agree so readily.

While I was happy, an indescribable melancholy washed over me...

Perhaps it was a silent mourning for the twelve years of my youth.

This one-sided love had finally come to an end.

"Chelsea Joyce, you’ll regret this!" Theodore Grant threw those words at me before turning and walking to his car.

Only after I watched his car drive away did I let out a sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.

’The divorce is finally happening!’

And without having to go through a divorce lawsuit.

Although I wasn’t afraid of the trouble, it would have been draining. Now that Theodore Grant had agreed to the divorce, there most likely wouldn’t be any more problems.

Tomorrow!

I can file the divorce papers tomorrow!

...

The first thing I did was share the good news with Chloe Miller.

I originally thought Chloe was busy with work and would call me back after she got off.

But to my surprise, a few seconds after I sent the message, a video call from Chloe came through.

"Chelsea, for real? That bastard Theodore Grant actually agreed to a divorce?"

I nodded emphatically. "It’s true. He told me himself just now."

Chloe couldn’t help but purse her lips. "Looks like that dog has finally seen the light. He wants you to step aside for Clara Langley!"

I was just too happy at the moment. "I don’t care about any of that. Getting a divorce is a good thing."

"True. Congratulations, Chelsea, on finally escaping your sea of misery!" Chloe was genuinely happy for me.

But as she spoke, she started getting cheeky. "From now on, you’ll have your pick of hot guys with six-packs and young studs. Life’s going to be amazing."

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Don’t be ridiculous."

"Oh, right. What time are you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file the papers tomorrow? Want me to go with you?"

"No need," I said quickly. "It’s not a big deal. I just need to sign a paper and get a certificate."

"True."

Chloe nodded. She must have also thought that since Theodore Grant had already agreed to the divorce, the matter was as good as settled.

Naturally, there was nothing to worry about.

Thinking of this, Chloe adjusted her phone and grinned at me through the screen. "Chelsea, happy divorce."

For a moment, I was in a daze.

It was as if the last two years had been nothing but a long dream.

I smiled at her and nodded firmly.

...

The next day, I woke up bright and early.

I had originally planned to call Theodore Grant and ask when we were going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file the divorce papers.

But then I worried that if I pushed him too hard, he might change his mind or something.

But I waited all morning and didn’t get a call from him. When it was already noon, I had no choice but to call him.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

I patiently tried a second time, and this time the call went through.

"Hello, Theodore..."

But before I could finish, Theodore Grant’s slightly low, hoarse voice came through the receiver. "You know I have a low sperm count and can’t have children, right?"