Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 44: You’ll Soon Be My Ex-Husband

Shane Shaw: "..."

He froze for a few seconds, then scoffed. "Are you out of your mind? Randomly claiming someone’s your wife, and you pick one of ours? Get lost, or I’ll knock you out!"

Jett Sterling’s brow furrowed slightly. "Easton Rivers."

Easton Rivers quickly approached with two bodyguards. They pulled Shane Shaw aside and helped Vivian Quinn over to Jett Sterling’s side.

Jett Sterling immediately embraced her. "Vivian, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shane Shaw exploded. "Hey, wheelchair guy, let go of my boss!"

Vivian Quinn was completely dazed, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep. But someone was being incredibly loud. She subconsciously opened her eyes and saw an incomparably handsome face.

She blinked, recognizing the man before her. "Jett Sterling?"

"It’s me." Jett Sterling cupped her face. "Vivian, you..." SLAP!

A crisp slapping sound cut him off.

The four people around them were all dumbfounded.

Vivian Quinn glared at him, her cheeks puffed out in anger. "You bastard! I’m going to kill you!"

Another SLAP!

Jett Sterling took two solid slaps to the face, his handsome features filled with bitterness. "Are you feeling a little better now?"

"No!"

"Then keep hitting me."

Vivian Quinn pouted. "My hand hurts..."

Jett Sterling almost laughed in exasperation. He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. "Let’s go home."

"I don’t have a home..." Vivian Quinn was clearly drunk. Tears streamed down her face as she mumbled to herself, "The Quinn Family doesn’t want me, Jett Sterling bullies me... I have nowhere to go..."

"Vivian, I’m sorry." The man could no longer control himself and hugged her tightly. "I truly know I was wrong. I’ll never lie to you again. As long as you can forgive me, I’ll do anything."

Vivian Quinn broke down, sobbing. "I want a divorce!"

"...Anything but a divorce."

"All I want is a divorce!"

"You’re drunk." Jett Sterling closed his eyes, suppressing the pain in their depths. "Let’s go home first."

Held by the two bodyguards, Shane Shaw listened, completely stunned.

’What’s going on?’

’This wheelchair guy... is he really my boss’s husband?’

’Am I dreaming?’

...

When Vivian Quinn woke up, it was already broad daylight.

She opened her eyes to the sight of a familiar ceiling.

Her head throbbed, her stomach burned, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Vivian Quinn got out of bed, took a shower in the bathroom, and was drying her hair as she walked out, only to come face-to-face with Jett Sterling.

Their eyes met, and both of them froze for a moment.

Vivian Quinn quickly recovered, her expression returning to one of cold indifference. "Who told you to bring me back here?"

"If I didn’t bring you back, was I supposed to let you go off with another man?" Jett Sterling retorted.

Vivian Quinn said furiously, "Going with him would have been better than coming back with you! You’ll be my ex-husband soon enough!"

"I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I will never become your ex-husband. If you really hate me that much, you might as well just kill me."

"So you’ve decided to just give up, have you? If I killed you, I’d have to go to jail. And getting a divorce is better than being a widow!"

"Vivian," the man stared at her face, "do you really hate me that much?"

"I never said I hate you. I’m just very disappointed in you." Vivian Quinn took a deep breath. "Jett Sterling, have you ever felt that utter despair when your heart just dies? That’s how I feel right now. First it was Austin Grant, and now it’s you. One after another, you both lied to me. Do you think I, Vivian Quinn, am some kind of fool who’s easy to push around?"

"In your eyes, am I the same as Austin Grant?"

"I know what you’re going to say. And yes, maybe you’re not as despicable as he is, but in my eyes, the nature of deception is the same. Jett Sterling, just let go. Let’s pretend we never met. From now on, you go your way, and I’ll go mine."

The man shook his head gently. "No. I’ll never let go. Not unless I die."

Vivian Quinn’s heart clenched with an uncontrollable pang of pain, and even she didn’t know why it hurt.

She suppressed the ache in her chest, her voice remaining cold and resolute. "My mind is made up. If you’re not willing to divorce, then we can just drag it out. I’ll move out, and once the legal separation period is over, you’ll have to divorce me whether you want to or not."

Without even drying her hair, Vivian Quinn went straight downstairs and saw Shane Shaw emerging from the guest room, yawning. "Boss, you’re awake?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you last night, so of course I had to come along to protect you."

Vivian Quinn: "..."

"Let’s go."

"Where are we going? I’m starving."

"Out to eat."

The two of them found a hot pot restaurant. Shane Shaw was bursting with curiosity and couldn’t wait to ask, "Boss, what in the world is going on? How are you married? And to a guy in a wheelchair? How could you do something so crazy?"

Vivian Quinn recounted the recent events while they ate.

Shane Shaw listened, dumbfounded. "Boss, that’s insane! Absolutely insane! Even a novel wouldn’t dare to have a plot like this!"

"Crazy, right? I can’t believe it either, but reality pushed me here step by step." Vivian Quinn ate a piece of tripe. "But this is all about to end. I’ve already decided to get a divorce."

Shane Shaw looked at her with a conflicted expression, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back.

"What is it?"

"Boss, I don’t know... I kind of feel like that wheelchair guy is pretty good to you," Shane Shaw analyzed. "If it were me, I might not have been able to jump in front of that club for you that quickly."

Vivian Quinn’s hand, holding her chopsticks, paused. She said sullenly, "I haven’t forgotten about that, and I’m not saying he isn’t good to me. He does like me, he’s very generous, and he even transferred his assets to me without any reservations. But Shane, a relationship isn’t just about those things. What I value is sincerity."

"But he only came up with the fake pregnancy scheme to keep you because he likes you, right? You guys were in the middle of a cold war at the time. Maybe he just couldn’t think of any other way."

Vivian Quinn frowned. "Whose side are you on anyway!"

"I’m on your side, Boss, of course!" Shane Shaw hurriedly pledged his loyalty. "I’m just analyzing it objectively. And getting back to the deception part... lying is definitely wrong. How could he lie to you?"

"Exactly."

"Besides, Boss, he’s in a wheelchair. How can he make you happy? A divorce is a good idea. Three-legged toads are hard to find, but there are plenty of two-legged men out there!"

Vivian Quinn took a bite of food. "I’m not looking for another man. I just feel like I was deceived, and I can’t forgive him."

"Boss, I get it. Don’t overthink it. Divorce him! I’ll get you a lawyer, and we’ll sue for divorce!"

Vivian Quinn hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don’t want to make a big scene right now. Rachel Quinn is just waiting to see me become a laughingstock. I can’t let her get what she wants, so I’ll just move out for now."

"Okay, that works. I’ll help you find a place."

"Okay."

Suddenly, her phone rang. Vivian Quinn glanced at the screen; it was an unknown number.

She swiped to answer. "Hello, who is this?"

"Miss Quinn," a very deep male voice said from the other end of the line, "this is Zachary Quinn."