Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 110: It’s Impossible for Us to Continue
Nanny Jenner came in, carrying an insulated food jar.
The expectant look on Vivian Quinn’s face vanished. "Nanny Jenner, what are you doing here?"
"Madam, when I got up this morning, I realized you hadn’t come home all night. I called Master Ian, and he told me you’d been hospitalized."
"Did Jett come home?"
"No."
"Madam, you look so pale. What on earth happened? How did you end up in the hospital?"
Vivian Quinn lay back down wearily. "I just have a fever. It’s nothing serious."
"I left in such a hurry that I didn’t have time to cook, so I just brought the porridge you usually like for breakfast. Please, sit up and have some."
"I’m not hungry."
"Then I’ll call Mr. Sterling and ask him to pick you up. It’ll be more comfortable for you to recover at home than to stay in the hospital."
Vivian Quinn said nothing, giving her silent consent.
Nanny Jenner immediately took out her phone and called Jett Sterling.
The call was answered quickly. Nanny Jenner spoke respectfully, "Sir, Madam is in the hospital with a high fever. I just spoke with the doctor, and he said she can be discharged to recover at home. Could you please come and pick her up?"
It was unclear what the man on the other end said, but the expression on Nanny Jenner’s face slowly grew complicated. "...Yes, I understand. Goodbye, sir."
Vivian Quinn stared at Nanny Jenner and asked as soon as she hung up, "What did Jett say?"
Nanny Jenner looked troubled. "Sir said he’s busy with something right now and can’t come over. He asked me to accompany you home."
Vivian’s heart, already ice-cold, sank into an abyss, and she began to tremble.
"Nanny Jenner, where is Jett now?"
"I’m not sure, Madam."
"Never mind." Vivian Quinn closed her eyes wearily. "Please go handle my discharge paperwork. I want to go home."
"Yes."
Ian Sterling accompanied Vivian Quinn back to Sycamore Bay, but Jett Sterling was not at home.
"Vivian Quinn, I can stay and wait with you for my uncle to get back."
"That’s all right. You’ve already lost a whole night’s sleep over this. You should go home and rest."
"Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?"
"I’m a grown woman. Whatever it is, I can handle it myself. You don’t need to worry about me."
"All right, then. Call me if you need anything. My uncle aside, we’re still classmates, you know. We even shared a desk."
"Thank you."
Vivian Quinn went to her room, took a hot shower, and got into bed.
She tried not to think about anything, wanting only to get some proper sleep.
But she hadn’t been asleep for long before a nightmare jolted her awake again.
Vivian Quinn bolted upright, realizing she was drenched in a cold sweat.
She wiped her face, struggling to calm herself. After a moment, she lay back down, then picked up her phone and called Jett Sterling.
The phone rang for a while before it was answered. A man’s low, calm voice came through the line. "Vivian?"
"Aren’t you coming home?" Vivian asked softly. "Aren’t you going to give me an explanation for what happened last night?"
"Vivian," Jett’s deep voice sounded slowly. "I’m very sorry."
Vivian felt as if her heart had been viciously pierced by something sharp, the pain making it hard to breathe. "Is that your explanation? Jett, I didn’t think you were this kind of person."
"I can’t explain what you saw with your own eyes, Vivian. All I can say is I’m sorry."
"Can you come home?" Vivian asked numbly. "I want to hear your explanation in person."
"Alright. I’ll come home."
Vivian saw Jett Sterling two hours later. She didn’t have the strength to get out of bed, so she could only lean against the headboard, quietly watching the man in the wheelchair at the foot of the bed.
Jett’s incomparably handsome face was expressionless. His eyes were downcast, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
Vivian had imagined many possibilities—that she might question him hysterically upon seeing him, or perhaps unleash her anger first.
But now she knew she couldn’t do any of that.
The moment she saw Jett, the storm raging in her heart seemed to subside. It was the first time she had felt this calm since last night.
"Jett, let’s talk." Vivian forced a smile. "First of all, I don’t think you’re a scumbag. But your actions last night? In my book, that was pure scumbag behavior. What do you think?"
Jett still didn’t look up, his tone completely flat. "Vivian, men have social obligations. In those situations, it’s normal to play along for the sake of appearances. You should understand that."
"You call a scene like that ’playing along for appearances’ and you expect me to understand?" Vivian stared at him in disbelief, almost thinking she’d misheard. "Jett, I always thought we shared the same values, especially about love and marriage. I never imagined we’d be at odds like this after only a few days."
"Vivian, I don’t see this as a conflict." Jett finally looked up at her. "Like I said, it was a normal social event. You have to play the part. At least, it’s not a problem for me. If it bothers you, I’ll be more careful about my boundaries next time."
"So you admit you crossed a line?" The piercing pain was finally too much for Vivian to bear, and her voice rose unintentionally. "You were holding her, kissing her! If I hadn’t been there, would you have taken things even further?"
"Jett, why did I ever think you were so aloof and self-restrained? Did I completely misjudge you, or have we known each other for such a short time that I never had the chance to truly get to know you?"
"Vivian, I don’t feel like I’ve ever pretended to be someone I’m not around you, or hidden my true self. And just as you said, we really haven’t known each other for very long," Jett said, his voice unnervingly calm. "Besides..."
"Besides what?" Vivian pressed. "Don’t just trail off. If you have something to say, just say it."
"Vivian, I’m a man. I have normal physical needs. You remember that night..."
Jett didn’t finish.
Vivian froze for a second before it dawned on her. She let out a sudden, scornful laugh. "Jett, I get it now. You’re saying that because I didn’t satisfy your physical needs that night you were drunk, you, being a ’normal man,’ had to go find another woman to take care of it. Is that it?"
Jett watched her with a heavy silence, saying nothing.
His silence was a tacit admission. Vivian shut her eyes in agony as tears streamed down her face, splashing onto the duvet.
Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Jett, do you have any idea what you’ve just said means?"
"What does it mean?"
Vivian slowly opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face like a broken strand of pearls, completely beyond her control.
"It means we can’t be together anymore. I can’t accept your views on marriage, and I certainly can’t accept you betraying me at any given moment."
Jett’s brow furrowed slightly. "Vivian, can’t we talk this through? I didn’t take that final step last night, did I?"
