Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 112: Does He Love You Even More?

’This isn’t like her at all!’

She had always been so carefree. She was even able to let go of Austin Grant, whom she’d liked for so long, just like that. How could she be such a wreck over a scumbag like Jett Sterling, a man she’d only known for a short time?

Vivian Quinn sniffled and forced a smile. "You’re right. It’s time for me to start living again. I’ve already asked Nanny Jenner to find me a lawyer to prepare for the divorce."

"Huh? So suddenly?" Ian Sterling was quite surprised. "Are you sure about this?"

"This isn’t something I need to hesitate about," Vivian Quinn said. "Let’s not talk about that. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I was half-asleep and grabbed your hand. I hope you don’t mind."

Ian Sterling said haughtily, "Not just anyone gets to hold my hand, you know. You should be more careful next time."

"Don’t worry. Men and women should keep their distance. I won’t just grab your hand when I’m fully conscious."

Of course, Ian Sterling didn’t mind. When he had come to check on Vivian Quinn last night, she was delirious with fever and had indeed grabbed his hand, but she let go less than two seconds later.

The lawyer soon arrived at Sycamore Bay. Not wanting to receive a guest in bed, Vivian Quinn pushed herself up to wash and get dressed, meeting the lawyer in the living room.

"Miss Quinn, hello." The female lawyer nodded politely. "Please, tell me what I can help you with."

Vivian Quinn began, "I want a divorce. Please draft a divorce agreement for me. The terms are very simple. We have no children and no financial entanglements. I will leave with nothing."

Ian Sterling frowned. "Vivian Quinn, are you an idiot? Why would you leave with nothing? Even if you don’t want a lot, you can’t take absolutely nothing! Just a little bit from my uncle would be enough for you to live on for several lifetimes!"

"I won’t accept what I haven’t earned. I won’t take what isn’t mine." Vivian Quinn looked at the lawyer. "Please, draft it for me as soon as possible."

"Of course."

"Vivian Quinn, calm down. I’m saying this for your own good." Ian Sterling tried to persuade her gently. "My uncle isn’t a stingy person. As long as you don’t make an outrageous demand, he’ll be very generous with you."

"I know, but I don’t need it."

The divorce agreement was soon in Vivian Quinn’s hands. She signed it swiftly and handed it to Nanny Jenner. "Take this to Jett Sterling for his signature. I’m going to pack my things. I’ll be moving out today. Please tell him to meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine tomorrow morning to finalize the divorce proceedings."

Nanny Jenner hesitated, her hand unwilling to reach out. "Madam, must it really come to this?"

Vivian Quinn curved her lips into a faint smile. "There’s no need to say anything else. Just do as I say."

"Yes, Madam." Nanny Jenner could only accept it.

Vivian Quinn retrieved a suitcase from the walk-in closet and began to pack.

Ian Sterling watched from the side, commenting casually, "I called you an idiot, and you’re really acting the part. Why make things so hard for yourself? Wouldn’t it be nice to take some money and just go far away?"

Vivian Quinn glanced up at him. "I have hands, feet, and a brain. I can earn my own money. Why should I try to cash in right before a divorce?"

"Tsk, tsk. Quite the woman of principle."

"It’s not about principles. It’s about my last shred of dignity. I don’t want anyone to think I married Jett Sterling for his money." Vivian Quinn packed her clothes into the suitcase, one piece at a time. "I came here with nothing, and I’ll leave with nothing. I won’t take anything that belongs to him."

A look of admiration crossed Ian Sterling’s face. "Vivian Quinn, you’ve really got some backbone!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"So, where do you plan on going now?"

Vivian Quinn thought for a moment. "I’ll rent a place to settle in first. I’ll figure out the rest later."

"Alright, I’ll help you find a place."

"No, thank you." Vivian Quinn refused. "I don’t want to have any ties to the Sterling Family."

"Hmph. You don’t have to count me as part of the Sterling Family. I don’t really want anything to do with them, to be honest."

"I don’t see it that way."

Vivian Quinn didn’t have many belongings. After packing quickly, she checked the room again to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind.

For some reason, it felt as if Jett Sterling’s shadow lingered in every corner of this place.

A sharp pain stabbed at Vivian Quinn’s heart, so intense it almost took her breath away.

She grabbed her suitcase and practically fled out the door.

"Vivian Quinn, wait for me!" Ian Sterling immediately chased after her.

In the study, Jett Sterling stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the car recede into the rain. His hands slowly clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.

In the darkness, the man’s deep eyes darkened, a chilling coldness emanating from their depths that was daunting to behold.

"Vivian..." His low, hoarse voice called her name, and only her name. "Vivian..."

***

Vivian Quinn found a hotel to stay in for the time being. After entering the room, she turned to block Ian Sterling, who had followed her in. "You can go back now."

"Let me go in and check if it’s safe." Ian Sterling pushed her hand aside and walked in, frowning in disgust. "Vivian Quinn, I told you I’d take you to a better hotel. You just had to come to a dump like this."

"It’s five hundred a night here. That’s not exactly cheap."

"You brought this on yourself. Even if you don’t want my uncle’s money, you could have asked him for a few properties. My uncle owns more real estate than you can count, and they’re all luxury mansions."

"I told you, I don’t need it." Vivian Quinn urged, "You’ve checked. It’s safe here. You can go now. I have to go get divorced early tomorrow morning, so I need to rest."

"So much for trying to help. Here I am trying to be nice, and you’re just trying to kick me out."

"Look, I just need to rest right now."

"Fine, fine. I can’t be bothered with you," Ian Sterling grumbled. "Oh, right. I bought you some instant bird’s nest soup. Remember to eat it. And call me if you need anything."

"Thank you."

Once Ian Sterling left, the room finally fell quiet.

Vivian Quinn stood dazed for a moment, then walked to the window and looked out at the city lights.

The rain was coming down harder and harder, PITTER-PATTERING against the window. The sound seemed to strike right at her heart, leaving Vivian Quinn feeling suffocated and oppressed.

She felt a little dizzy. After quickly washing up in the bathroom, she lay down on the bed.

Vivian Quinn felt exhausted, but her mind was wide awake, replaying every single moment she had spent with Jett Sterling.

She desperately wanted to drive him from her thoughts, but the harder she tried, the more clearly his face appeared.

Vivian Quinn stubbornly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, refusing to let them fall.

’I can’t cry. If I cry, I lose!’

Vivian Quinn closed her eyes, about to force herself to sleep, when her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen. It was a call from Shane Shaw. She quickly composed herself and swiped to answer. "Shane?"

"Boss, what are you up to?"

"Just about to go to sleep."

Shane Shaw let out a suggestive laugh. "Oh, then I must be interrupting you and Jett Sterling. I’ll hang up now and call you back later."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Hehe, Boss, I didn’t call for anything important, just wanted to chat. How are things with you and Jett Sterling lately? Is he even more in love with you now that he’s seen your stunning beauty?"