Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 108: Kissing

Vivian Quinn was startled. She instinctively checked her screen again—it was indeed Jett Sterling’s number.

Her chest tightened, but she still spoke politely. "Hello, may I ask where Jett Sterling is?"

"Master Sterling is in my arms, of course, hehe..." The woman on the other end of the line laughed with a sickly sweet, flirtatious voice. "Master Sterling is very busy right now and can’t take your call. Whatever it is, you can tell him later. Bye now... BEEP BEEP BEEP..."

Before Vivian Quinn could say a word, the call was disconnected.

She froze completely, forgetting how to react.

’Jett Sterling is with another woman?’

’And from the tone of her voice, it’s obviously not a respectable situation!’

Vivian Quinn felt as if she’d been plunged into an ice cellar. A chill shot up from the soles of her feet, instantly spreading through her entire body.

She struggled to collect herself, took a deep breath, and muttered, "That’s impossible. Jett Sterling isn’t that kind of person. There must be a misunderstanding!"

"The most important thing between a husband and wife is trust. You have to give him your absolute trust, or the marriage can’t last."

After giving herself a mental pep talk, Vivian Quinn felt much more at ease.

She decided not to call Jett Sterling back to question him. She would wait for him to get home and ask then.

Her phone suddenly rang, startling the distracted Vivian Quinn.

She glanced at the screen. It was a call from Ian Sterling.

Vivian Quinn patted her startled little heart and answered the call. "Shouldn’t you be out having the time of your life right now? Why are you calling me?"

"Holy crap! Vivian Quinn, something big has happened!"

"What’s wrong?"

"Guess what I just saw?"

"Mars crashing into Earth?"

Ian Sterling: "..."p>

"You’re still in the mood to joke? You’ll be crying your eyes out in a bit. I saw my uncle!"

"We’re both in Aethelgard. It’s not strange for you to see him."

"What I’m saying is, I saw him surrounded by a ton of women!"

Vivian Quinn’s brow furrowed. "Where?"

"A bar!"

Vivian Quinn swallowed subconsciously. Calming herself, she said, "It’s just for show. That’s normal."

"Vivian Quinn, stop lying to yourself! If I’m calling you, it must be because I saw something I shouldn’t have. Hearing is hearsay, seeing is believing. You should come see for yourself!"

"I don’t check up on him." Vivian Quinn heard her own voice say. "I trust Jett Sterling."

Ian Sterling: "..."

"I call you naive, and you really act like some damsel in distress. Get over here now, or I’m barging in to record a video for you!"

"Don’t do anything reckless!" Fearing he would actually do it, which would make the situation even harder to clean up, Vivian Quinn said hastily, "Send me the address. I’m coming over now!"

The location Ian Sterling sent was an exclusive bar. Non-members weren’t even allowed inside.

Vivian Quinn was stopped at the door and had no choice but to call Ian Sterling.

Ian Sterling’s face was his passport. He came out and brought her straight in.

"Ian, you didn’t do anything reckless, did you?"

"No."

"Good. Then I’m not going in." Vivian Quinn stopped in her tracks. "I trust Jett Sterling. Even if you saw something, it must have been fake. I’ll just ask him when he gets home."

"Vivian Quinn, are you really this stupid, or are you just playing dumb?" Ian Sterling was about to die from exasperation. "I just saw him with my own eyes, holding another woman and kissing her!"

"Impossible!" Vivian Quinn retorted without a second thought. "He would never do something like that!"

"That’s why I said you’re naive. I said I saw it, so I saw it."

"And I said it’s impossible, so it’s impossible!"

"You still don’t believe me, huh?" Ian Sterling grabbed her wrist and started pulling her inside. "Come with me! I’ll let you see for yourself whether it’s possible or not!"

"Ian Sterling, let me go! Ian, let go of my hand!"

Vivian Quinn couldn’t push him away. Instead, she was shoved into an elevator, and Ian Sterling pressed the button for the top floor.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Vivian Quinn’s heart suddenly started to race.

She didn’t want to admit it, but the truth was, she was panicking.

She was afraid. Afraid that what Ian Sterling said was true, afraid of what she might see.

"No, I can’t go up!" Vivian Quinn frantically jabbed at the elevator buttons. "Let me out!"

"Vivian Quinn, stop fooling yourself!" Ian Sterling pinned her in the corner of the elevator. "Deep down, you already believe me. You know I’m telling the truth, you’re just too scared to face it!"

"That’s not true!" But the more insecure Vivian Quinn felt, the louder her voice became. She retorted emotionally, "I trust him! He’s my husband, and I trust him unconditionally!"

"Do you even believe that when you say it?" Ian Sterling scoffed. "Just go up and take one look. If I’m lying, you can have your peace of mind. But if you don’t go up and see for yourself today, this doubt will become a thorn in your side!"

Vivian Quinn stared at him blankly, completely unable to refute his words.

"Vivian, I’m not forcing you. On the contrary, I’m doing this for your own good, understand?"

With a "DING," the elevator doors opened on the top floor.

Ian Sterling dragged Vivian Quinn out, let out a whistle, and called over a waiter standing by the door of a private room.p>

The waiter bowed respectfully. "Master Ian."

"Are those people still inside?"

"Yes, they are."

"Go in and secretly record a short video for me."

The waiter shook his head repeatedly. "I can’t do that, Master Ian. If I get caught secretly filming, I’ll be dead and buried!"

"Look at you, what a coward." Ian Sterling waved his hand dismissively. "Get lost. I’ll go in myself."

"Ian!" Vivian Quinn quickly grabbed him. "Maybe you shouldn’t."

"How are you even more cowardly than him? Did you forget what I just said?"

Vivian Quinn took out her phone. "I still want to try calling him first."

"Still not giving up, huh? Or are you just scared?" Ian Sterling released her wrist. "Fine. Go ahead and call."

The call connected quickly, but no one answered.

Just then, both of them heard the faint sound of a phone ringing from inside the private room.

Vivian Quinn froze.

"See? I told you he was in there. Let’s go."

"No..."

"Why are you being so slow!" Ian Sterling grabbed her, suddenly threw the door open, and shoved Vivian Quinn inside.

Before Vivian Quinn could react, she was pushed into the private room. She stumbled, nearly falling to the floor, and barely managed to steady herself.

She looked up, and just as she was about to apologize, the scene before her crashed into view without any warning.

Jett Sterling was sitting on an exquisite, luxurious sofa, passionately kissing a woman in his arms.

Vivian Quinn felt a dull clap of thunder explode in her mind. Her thoughts went completely blank, and a buzzing sound filled her ears, drowning out everything else.

She could only watch as Ian Sterling rushed forward, pulled the woman out of Jett Sterling’s arms, and shoved her to the ground.

Only then did Jett Sterling turn his head. The moment he saw Vivian Quinn, his reaction was nearly identical to hers—utter shock and disbelief.