Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 40: Tricking into Marriage

The man’s kiss was forceful and unyielding, driven by a grim resolve. It gave her no room to escape, not even a moment to breathe, and the air between their lips filled with his uniquely crisp, domineering scent!

"Mmph..." Vivian Quinn was suffocating. She instinctively raised her hands to push him. "Jett... Jett Sterling... Mmph... what are you doing..."

In the midst of the struggle, they both tumbled from the wheelchair.

Because of the way they were positioned, Vivian was bound to hit the ground first.

Jett Sterling instantly moved his hand to shield the back of her head, keeping her from hitting it on the floor.

Vivian, consumed by rage, didn’t notice this detail. All she knew was that despite the carpet, the fall had been hard, and now his entire weight was pressing down on her.

"Jett Sterling, get the hell off me!" Vivian roared.

The man froze. A desolate sorrow filled the depths of his dark eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that same grim resolve.

He seized her wrists, easily pinning them with one hand while his other roamed her body, kindling fires. His voice was low and hoarse, laced with an undeniable dominance. "You want a divorce, is that it? Right now, I’ll teach you about the marital duties you’re expected to fulfill as Mrs. Sterling!"

With that, Jett lowered his head and kissed her again.

"Don’t... I didn’t..." Vivian felt her pajamas being ripped open. Her eyes shot wide, and her body tensed. "Jett Sterling... let me go... Mmph..."

The man was unmoved and only kissed her more forcefully.

Vivian’s brow furrowed in pain as she struggled in his arms. "Jett... it hurts..."

The man on top of her paused and looked up. "Where does it hurt?"

Her face was pale, and a cold sweat had broken out on her forehead. "My stomach... my stomach really hurts..."

Jett scrambled off her and sat up. "Was I pressing on you?"

Vivian clutched her stomach with both hands, her body curling into a ball from the pain.

Jett Sterling stared and saw a stark splash of red on the snow-white carpet.

"Vivian, what’s wrong?" The man was in a complete panic. "I didn’t even touch you! Someone! Get a doctor!"

Easton Rivers rushed in with a female doctor. After examining Vivian, the doctor stepped out of the room to report, "Master Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is fine. She just got her period. The emotional distress caused some abdominal cramping. I’ve given her a painkiller, and she’s already fallen asleep."

"Got it." The man closed his eyes. "Go downstairs and be on standby. Don’t leave tonight."

"Yes, sir."

...

When Vivian woke up, it was already daylight.

Jett Sterling wasn’t in the room, and the divorce agreement was gone, too. It was as if nothing from the previous day had happened.

A dull ache throbbed in her lower abdomen, and Vivian felt so unwell she didn’t have an ounce of strength.

She rested for a moment before dragging her exhausted body out of bed. Clutching her stomach, she slowly shuffled to the bathroom.

After washing up, Vivian went downstairs. A maid approached to report, "Ma’am, the Master asked me to inform you he’s left on a business trip."

Vivian pursed her lips. "I see."

’I just wonder how long he plans to be gone this time,’ she thought, ’and what kind of medicine he has in store for me!’

"You must be hungry. I’ll go get you something to eat."

"Thank you."

Vivian sat in the dining room, slowly eating her porridge. Though she was starving, the food was tasteless and difficult to swallow.

’I should probably move out of here,’ she thought. But she felt so unwell that she knew she wouldn’t be able to go looking for a new place anytime soon.

Vivian forced herself to finish most of the bowl of porridge and got up to head upstairs. As she reached the landing, she heard several maids talking.

"The Master’s gone, so we can finally relax for a few days. When he’s home, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells the whole time."

"Not me. I’d rather walk on eggshells and see the Master every day than have him not come home."

"Stop daydreaming. The Master isn’t someone you can just fantasize about."

"If I’d known some ugly, crippled woman could marry the Master, I would’ve tried harder myself. Maybe I’d be the lady of this villa right now. And hey, even if we got divorced, I could still walk away with ten million!"

"That woman is so off-putting. It’s a miracle the Master can even stomach his food with her around."

"Well, it’s all over now that the Master’s mother has shown up. Her good days are numbered. The Master looked furious when he left. This divorce is definitely happening."

Vivian gave a faint smile and continued slowly up the stairs.

Two full days passed, and Jett Sterling still hadn’t returned.

Vivian hadn’t left the villa, spending most of her time resting in bed.

As evening fell, she got out of bed and went downstairs to ask a maid, "I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

The maid sized her up, her attitude noticeably different than before. "The Master isn’t coming back anyway, so both cooks took leave. There’s no one here to cook for you today."

Vivian went to the kitchen herself. She wasn’t so pampered that she’d starve without someone to wait on her.

The maid followed her in. "I just organized the refrigerator, so don’t go messing it up."

Vivian turned to look at her. "Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you the lady of this house?"

This was the maid who was infatuated with Jett Sterling. Struck a nerve, she flew into a rage out of pure humiliation. "Don’t you dare pull the ’lady of the house’ card on me! Go take a good look in the mirror. Are you even worthy of the Master?"

"You’re a cripple, yet you still don’t know your place. Seducing men with that foxy face of yours. You even faked a pregnancy to trick the Master into marrying you! What do you think this is, some kind of palace intrigue drama?"

"Who told you I tricked him into marrying me?"

"Does anyone even need to say it? It’s obvious to anyone with eyes! The Master is rich and handsome, and even being in a wheelchair doesn’t detract from his charm at all." As she spoke of Jett, the maid’s eyes practically filled with little pink hearts. "Now look at you. In what way are you worthy of him? The Sterling Family themselves came to drive you out, yet you’re still shamelessly mooching around here. You have no shame..."

Vivian smiled serenely, pulling a bag of bread from the refrigerator. "Comparisons really are odious, aren’t they? I’m ugly and crippled, yet I got to be Mrs. Sterling. Meanwhile, you’re perfectly healthy and pleasant-looking, yet you’re stuck here working for pocket change."

The maid almost choked with fury. "Don’t you get so smug! Haven’t you seen that the Master isn’t even coming back? When he does, he’s definitely going to divorce you!"

Vivian nibbled on her bread. "I was going to wish you success in making your dreams come true, but then I remembered: a crow on a phoenix’s branch is still a crow. Besides, Jett Sterling wouldn’t even give you a second look."

"You..." The maid was practically fuming. "You just wait! I’m going to enjoy watching the Master throw you out! We’ll see how smug you are then!"

Vivian broke her gaze and went upstairs with her bread.

Over the next few days, the cooks never showed up for work, and the maids didn’t even bother to prepare so much as a cup of hot water for Vivian.

Vivian didn’t bother arguing with them. She wasn’t in the mood to cook for herself, so she just ordered takeout every day.

Jett Sterling had been gone for five days now, without so much as a phone call or a text message.

’It’s better this way, though,’ Vivian thought. Her mind was still a mess. Even if he did call, she wouldn’t answer.

’Then again, maybe the maids are right. Maybe he’s already preparing to divorce me.’

The weather had been awful for days. A persistent rain, sometimes heavy, sometimes a drizzle, never stopped, making one’s mood as gloomy as the sky.

Vivian forced herself to stop thinking about all that nonsense. She decided to get changed and go downstairs, but as she reached the door to the walk-in closet, she heard the maids’ voices from inside.

"Oh my, this dress is gorgeous! I look so beautiful in it!"

"You’re too fat; you’re going to rip it. You have to admit, that cripple has a great figure, though—like a clothing rack. But it seems like she never wears any of these. She always wears her own old clothes."

"With a face like hers, it’s useless no matter how nice the clothes are. She might as well let me wear them."

"Just try it on and take it right off. They are her things, after all."

"There are so many new clothes here. She won’t notice if I take one or two. You all should pick out an outfit or two as well. When I become the new Mrs. Sterling, I’ll be sure to treat you all well."

Vivian waited around the corner. Soon, she saw them each walk out with several items of clothing, furtively making their way downstairs.

Only then did Vivian enter the walk-in closet. She went to her own suitcase to get some clothes, but she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her face paled, and she immediately rushed downstairs. Seeing the maids sitting on the living room sofa eating fruit, she demanded, "Who touched my suitcase?"

The infatuated maid scoffed, "Who would bother touching your suitcase for no reason?"

"Someone went through my suitcase. I don’t care about anything else, but there was a hundred-family blanket inside. Give it back."

"What hundred-family blanket? We haven’t seen anything like that. Stop trying to frame us!"

Vivian enunciated each word carefully. "That blanket isn’t valuable. I’ll say this one last time: hand it over."

"You said yourself it’s not worth anything. We’ve seen plenty of nice things, so why would we take your worthless blanket?"

Vivian lost her patience. She strode forward and grabbed the maid by the collar. "Don’t make me say it again. Hand it over!"

The other maids immediately stood up and pushed her back. "How dare you get physical? You have no class!"

Vivian sneered. "I’m giving you one last chance. Hand over my blanket. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and report a theft. Are you all so sure your hands are clean enough to get through a police search?"

The maids instantly panicked, exchanging uncertain glances.

The infatuated maid stuck her chin out defiantly. "Oh, you mean that ugly old blanket? I threw it away!"

Vivian’s pupils contracted sharply. "Where did you throw it?!"

"It was sent to the waste station with this morning’s trash."

Vivian immediately bolted out of the villa. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"She’s not actually going to look for it, is she? That blanket seemed really important to her. We’re not going to get in trouble for this, are we?"

The infatuated maid was unconcerned. "It’s just a raggedy old blanket. So what if I threw it out? I just wanted to teach her a lesson! Let’s see her try to stick around now!"

Vivian found the waste station closest to the villa.

Several large trash bins were lined up there. Ignoring the filth and the pouring rain, she began to dig through them.

The rain fell harder. Vivian wiped the water from her face with her arm, enduring the filth and the stench as she searched one bin after another.

A black Bentley drove slowly into the residential area. Easton Rivers, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced out the window and froze. "Master Sterling, isn’t that... Mrs. Sterling?"