On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 65: Whose Child Is It?

The moment she spoke, Theodore Grant, who was standing to the side, instinctively glanced over. His gaze landed right on my stomach...

"What are you talking about?" Chloe Miller pulled me protectively behind her, her chin high and a look of disdain on her face. "Do you think everyone is like you? Getting pregnant with a married man’s child before he’s even divorced!"

This was the OB/GYN waiting area, bustling with people coming and going. As soon as they heard that, all eyes turned to Clara Langley.

Clara Langley was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, bundled up so tightly you could barely see her. Even so, faced with the prying, gossipy stares, her first instinct was to quickly lower her head, terrified someone would snap a photo of her face.

But Theodore Grant couldn’t care less. He strode toward me. Seeing this, Chloe Miller quickly tried to block his path, but he roughly shoved her aside.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" I quickly steadied Chloe Miller and shot a furious glare at Theodore Grant.

His face dark, Theodore Grant grabbed my wrist. "Are you pregnant?" he asked through clenched teeth. "Whose is it?"

"Are you out of your mind?" My expression turned cold as I tried to wrench my hand away, but his grip was too tight. I couldn’t break free. "Let go!"

Theodore Grant’s brow furrowed, his eyes sweeping doubtfully over my stomach. "Then what are you doing in the OB/GYN department?"

"Maybe she caught some nasty disease?"

Before I could speak, the tightly bundled Clara Langley piped up from behind me in a spiteful, sing-song voice. "If it’s not pregnancy, it’s a nasty disease. This is the OB/GYN department. It’s a no-brainer. What else could she be doing here?"

I let out a cold laugh, and with a sudden surge of strength that came from nowhere, I violently wrenched my hand free from Theodore Grant’s grasp.

"Shut your mouth!" Theodore Grant snapped, turning to glare at Clara Langley and rebuking her in a low voice.

Clara Langley grew flustered and angry. "You’re telling *me* to shut my mouth? Was I wrong? Then why don’t you tell me why she’s in the OB/GYN department?"

"Are you an idiot?" Theodore Grant shot her a cold look. "We just got divorced a week ago. Even if she were pregnant, it wouldn’t be this soon! Besides, have you forgotten all that medication she used to take?"

At his words, it wasn’t just Clara Langley who was stunned; I was, too.

He was right.

Back then, to increase my chances of getting pregnant, I had taken a lot of ovulation-inducing drugs.

And that was precisely how, by a strange twist of fate, I had ended up pregnant with Theodore Grant’s child.

Clara Langley rolled her eyes, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. You were so desperate to have Theodore Grant’s baby back then. If you were actually pregnant, you would have announced it to the whole world by now. How could you possibly hide it?!"

"So useless. Taking all those ovulation drugs and still failing to get pregnant. Tsk, tsk..." Clara Langley shot me a gloating look. "Chelsea Joyce, don’t tell me there’s something wrong with you, too?"

"You’re the one with something wrong with you! Your whole family has something wrong with them!" Chloe Miller couldn’t help but curse. "I’m starting to doubt if that’s even Theodore Grant’s baby in your stomach! I bet it’s your ex-husband’s, and you’re just tricking Theodore into raising it, aren’t you?"

"You... What are you talking about?!" Clara Langley’s face flushed with anger, and she looked ready to charge at Chloe Miller to argue.

I was afraid Chloe Miller would say too much and make Theodore Grant suspicious, so I quickly pulled her back. "That’s enough, Chloe. Let’s go. No need to stoop to a mad dog’s level."

"Who are you calling a mad dog, Chelsea Joyce?! Get back here... Theodore, what are you doing? Why are you stopping me? Didn’t you hear those two bitches insulting me and our baby? Are you even a man? How can you just let them get away with that?!"

"Alright, stop making a scene. Everyone’s watching. Do you really want to be on tomorrow’s front page?" Theodore Grant said, his face grim and his voice low.

"But..."

"Didn’t you say your stomach was hurting? Does it not hurt now?"

"Of course it hurts! It’s killing me!"

"Then go see the doctor. Why are you still out here arguing?"

Their conversation was finally cut off when I pulled Chloe Miller into the elevator.

Chloe Miller was still panting, clearly furious. "I’m so mad! How can anyone in the world be that shameless!"

"Alright, it’s not worth ruining your health over someone like her," I said, patting her on the back.

"Good thing you pulled me away when you did. I was so angry I almost blurted it all out..."

I couldn’t help but shake my head and give a bitter smile. ’It wasn’t a matter of "almost." She had already said it.’

But they were both in the heat of the moment, so Theodore Grant probably wouldn’t take Chloe Miller’s angry words to heart.

The divorce wouldn’t be final for another half a month. Before then, I didn’t want any new complications to arise from this.

When the dust settled, I would make sure Clara Langley got what was coming to her!

... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Miss Joyce, please wait."

Just as Chloe Miller and I were walking out side-by-side, a tall, expressionless man suddenly blocked our path.

Chloe Miller nervously pulled me behind her. "What do you want?"

"My master wishes to see you."

"Master?"

Chloe Miller frowned. Hearing such an old-fashioned term, she couldn’t help but ask, "Who is your master?"

"There’s no need to be alarmed, ladies."

Just then, another tall, burly man came toward us, pushing a wheelchair. The man in the chair had a jacket draped casually over his shoulders. And though the corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile, his expression was distant and indifferent.

"My name is William Westwood. I apologize for such a forward introduction." The man smiled. "I just wanted to meet you both, perhaps make a couple of new friends."

Chloe Miller frowned. "We don’t know you."

I gently tugged on Chloe Miller’s sleeve and whispered, "He’s Clara Langley’s ex-husband."

Chloe Miller froze, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at William Westwood.

"What can we do for you, Mr. Westwood?" I asked, pressing my lips together as I looked at William Westwood.

I remembered Sebastian Forrest mentioning that Vincent Lombard had handled the admission paperwork for Clara Langley’s ex-husband at Kington University Hospital.

I never thought our paths would cross.

I just never expected him to approach me first...

"It’s nothing much..." William Westwood smiled.

He had delicate, handsome features. Perhaps from a lack of sun, his skin was so fair you could almost see the blue veins beneath. His smile gave him a refined, almost scholarly, air.

"I just have something I’d like to show Miss Joyce."

He glanced over his shoulder, and the burly man standing behind him immediately nodded respectfully, pulled an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to me.

I looked at him, puzzled. I instinctively opened the envelope and glanced inside. I could faintly make out a photograph of two people, but I couldn’t see who they were. "What is this?"

"You’ll know once you see for yourself, Miss Joyce."