Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 71: Let’s Separate

"Impossible!" Vivian Quinn flatly refused. "I’m not getting a divorce, and I certainly won’t be blackmailed into one by you!"

"Vivian, do you really think you have a choice?" Rachel Quinn sneered. "Do you honestly believe the Sterlings would want a woman who’s been with someone else? A woman who’s already had a child, no less!"

"I’m telling you to get a divorce for your own good. I’m giving you a way to save face. When the Sterlings find out the truth, that man will think you’re filthy. He’ll regret ever touching you and will definitely kick you to the curb. You’ll be even more humiliated then!"

Vivian Quinn’s fingers tightened, her knuckles white as she gripped her phone. "How is this for my own good? You just want me to suffer, to be unable to explain myself and be forced to end this marriage with my own hands! Rachel Quinn, you’ve already gotten everything you wanted! The Quinn Family is yours, Austin Grant is yours... why are you still doing this to me!"

"Tsk, tsk. We’re just getting started, and you can’t take it already? Oh, there’s so much more in store for you. I’m giving you seven days. If you’re not divorced in seven days, the little fact that you’ve had a child will be known to everyone. I’ll be waiting for your good news, Vivian."

The call disconnected. Vivian’s hand went slack, and her phone fell to the floor.

She closed her eyes in despair, tears tracing paths down her pale cheeks.

’Rachel Quinn was right. How many men could accept their wife having had another man’s child?’

’Especially a man like Jett Sterling. He’s on a pedestal, with countless women wanting to marry him. Why would he ever settle for someone like her?’

’Before this, she’d never felt inferior. She believed she could heal her leg, remove the scar from her face, and stand by his side, beautiful and whole. She never thought she would be unworthy of Jett Sterling.’

’But now, everything had changed. She couldn’t even bring herself to tell him the truth...’

...

Jett Sterling didn’t get home from work until after nine. When he entered the master bedroom, Vivian was already asleep.

He showered, then got into bed and wrapped his arms around her.

Vivian’s eyes flew open, and she instinctively pushed his hands away.

Jett froze. "Vivian, what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing," Vivian said softly. "You just startled me."

"I had a busy day, so I’m home late. Nanny Jenner said you barely touched your dinner. Want me to get you a late-night snack?"

Vivian shook her head softly.

"I’ll come home earlier tomorrow to have dinner with you, then."

Vivian’s nose tingled as she fought back tears. "I’m tired."

"Okay, I’ll turn off the lights."

"Mm."

Jett turned off the lights and wrapped his arms around her again.

Vivian’s whole body went rigid, and an uncontrollable tremor ran through her!

"Vivian, what’s wrong?" He had clearly noticed her reaction. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I’m fine." Vivian turned away, her back to him. "I’m a little warm. Can you let me go?"

In the darkness, the man’s brow furrowed, but he released her nonetheless.

Vivian bit down hard on her knuckles, tears silently streaming from the corners of her eyes into the pillow.

In the dead of night, Jett was jolted awake by a terrified scream.

He scrambled to turn on the light and turned to the woman beside him. "Vivian, what’s wrong?"

Vivian’s eyes were squeezed shut, trapped in a nightmare. She was crying out in her sleep, "Don’t! Don’t come near me! Don’t come near me!"

"Vivian?" Jett quickly pulled her close. "It’s okay, don’t be afraid. I’m here."

The next moment, Vivian began to struggle, pushing frantically at his hands. "Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!"

"Vivian?" Jett frowned. "Vivian, wake up!"

"Ah!" Vivian jolted awake, shooting upright in bed and gasping for breath.

Jett reached out and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "Vivian, were you having a nightmare?"

Vivian slowly turned her head to look at him. A second later, she threw back the covers and bolted into the bathroom.

She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, trying desperately to calm down.

’She had just dreamed she was being held by a man. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew he was incredibly strong, crushing the air from her lungs.’

’She wanted to escape so badly, but she couldn’t break free!’

’The dream felt so real she suspected it might have actually happened!’

Vivian looked at her reflection in the mirror and gave a bitter smile as fresh tears welled in her eyes.

About twenty minutes later, Vivian finally composed herself and emerged from the bathroom.

Jett was sitting on the bed, waiting for her. "Vivian, are you all right?"

"I’m fine. Just a nightmare." Vivian lay back down. "It’s late. We should get some sleep."

He looked at her. "Vivian, is something weighing on your mind?"

"It’s nothing. Just a bad dream. It’s normal. Let’s sleep."

"Okay."

After the lights went out, Vivian didn’t fall asleep again. It wasn’t until dawn that exhaustion finally overcame her, and she fell into a deep slumber.

When she woke, it was already noon.

Vivian lay in bed, staring blankly for a long while before finally getting up to wash.

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Jett in the living room, with Easton Rivers giving him a report.

Vivian composed herself before walking over. "I thought you said you’d be out for the next few days. Why are you home today?"

Jett took her hand. "You’re not feeling well, so of course I’m staying home to be with you. Go have something to eat first. I’ll have a doctor come take a look at you in a bit."

Vivian’s fingers stiffened, and she instinctively pulled her hand back. "I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well last night. I don’t need a doctor."

Jett insisted. "Vivian, I’m your husband. I sleep beside you every night. I can tell when something’s wrong. Just listen to me."

Vivian shook her head. "I’m a doctor. I know my own body."

A lavish lunch was served, but Vivian just absent-mindedly pushed the food around her plate. After a few bites, she put down her utensils. "I’m full. You enjoy the rest."

Jett’s brow furrowed slightly. He glanced at Easton Rivers, who was standing to the side. "Find out where my wife went yesterday and what she did."

Easton nodded. "Yes, sir."

Vivian went back to the master bedroom and lay down. Before long, Jett opened the door and came in. "Vivian, why did you go to the hospital yesterday?"

Vivian froze. "You had me investigated?"

"I was just worried. You’ve been on edge since last night."

"I told you, I’m fine!"

"Then what were you doing at the hospital?"

"I went to two hospitals. One to visit Joy, and another to consult a specialist about her condition. Is that a problem?"

Jett didn’t say anything. Easton’s investigation confirmed her story.

"Vivian, if you’re upset and worried about your sister, that’s something I can help with. It’s not a big deal."

"Thank you, but my sister is waiting for a suitable bone marrow donor. You can’t help with that."

"Then tell me what I can do to make you happy."

Vivian’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by an invisible needle. An agonizing pain shot through her entire body, making it hard to breathe.

"Jett," she heard herself say, her voice distant. "Let’s separate."