Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 95: Marrying the Man You Love Most

Upon arriving at the hotel, Vivian Quinn took Jett Sterling straight to a room.

Jett Sterling: "..."

"Aren’t we going to the wedding? What are we doing here?"

"Jett, you’ll be the center of attention if you show up at the wedding. I don’t want people gossiping about you, so please, just wait for me here, okay?"

"Vivian, you’re still bothered by it." Jett Sterling took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "You have to understand, when you’re confident enough, you won’t care how anyone looks at you."

"I admit I’m not confident enough. But Jett, you have to understand that no woman who goes through something like this could just pretend it never happened. I’m already trying my best to come to terms with it."

"Alright, I respect your decision." Jett Sterling kissed the back of her hand. "I’ll wait here for you."

"Mm."

Vivian had just turned to leave when he grabbed her wrist again.

"Vivian." The man looked deeply into her eyes. "I want you to remember, no matter what storms you have to face, I’ll be right behind you. Whenever you turn around, I’ll be your safe harbor."

"If you can’t handle all the rumors, I can take you away anytime. We’ll run away together, go somewhere no one knows us. Just you and me. We’ll be very happy."

Deeply touched, Vivian Quinn leaned in and kissed his thin lips.

A smile glinted in Jett Sterling’s dark, deep eyes as he cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

After the passionate, lingering kiss ended, Vivian Quinn’s face was flushed all the way to her ears.

"Jett, thank you." She cupped his face, her gaze earnest. "If it weren’t for you, I’d definitely still be stuck in this mess. I wouldn’t have the courage to come to this wedding, because I know what I’m about to face."

"Running away is easy, but it’s not the best option. I want to try to become stronger, to stand by your side with my head held high."

"Alright. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you."

"Okay, I’m going then." Vivian Quinn planted a quick kiss on his handsome face before turning to leave.

...

Judging by the venue alone, the wedding wasn’t as grand as Vivian Quinn had imagined.

It made sense. If it hadn’t been a shotgun wedding, the Grant Family probably wouldn’t have let Austin Grant marry Rachel Quinn.

When Vivian Quinn appeared in the banquet hall wearing a face mask, she immediately drew stares from many of the guests.

Many recognized her, and the flames of gossip were instantly fanned as they began whispering to the people beside them.

"Isn’t that Vivian Quinn? How does she have the nerve to show up here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. She’s the Young Madam of the Sterling family, after all..."

"Oh, please. That’s just Jett Sterling being hopelessly love-struck and foolish. He may have forced everyone to keep quiet about it, but who doesn’t know that the child Vivian Quinn gave birth to isn’t his? Everyone sees it clear as day."

"Shh... seriously, keep it down. If this gets back to Jett Sterling, you’ll have hell to pay!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"..."

This idle chatter was much tamer than Vivian Quinn had expected, a clear sign of just how intimidating Jett Sterling’s influence was.

Behind her mask, her lips curled into a smile as a warm feeling spread through her heart.

"Vivian."

A familiar voice sounded from behind her. The warmth in Vivian Quinn’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by cold indifference.

She turned slowly to see Rachel Quinn approaching on Austin Grant’s arm.

Rachel Quinn was in a magnificent, pure-white wedding gown that made her look exceptionally lovely.

"Vivian, thank you for coming to my husband’s and my wedding. I’m so glad you could still come to wish us well, especially after everything that’s happened."

Vivian Quinn smiled faintly. "A bitch and a dog, a match made to last forever. Of course I had to come and offer my blessings for such a happy occasion."

Rachel Quinn’s face instantly darkened.

Austin Grant’s voice dropped to a low warning. "Vivian Quinn, don’t start trouble."

"Why do you assume I’m the one trying to start trouble? You’re the ones who invited me."

"Rachel was being gracious when she invited you, so don’t push it. If you dare cause a scene today, I absolutely will not let you off the hook." Austin Grant stared at her with disgust. "I’ll never forget the filthy things you’ve done."

"Your memory must be great, then. But whether you remember or not, what’s that got to do with me?"

Austin Grant: "..."

Rachel Quinn cooed sweetly, "Darling, there are other guests waiting for you. Why don’t you go greet them? I’m just going to have a little chat with Vivian."

"Alright." Austin Grant shot Vivian Quinn one last warning glare before turning to leave.

Rachel Quinn gathered the hem of her gown and stepped in front of Vivian, laughing softly. "Vivian, you’ve still got that sharp tongue. Have you decided to just be a lost cause for the rest of your life?"

"We’ll see who’s the one who ends up shattered."

"Tsk, tsk. Still so defiant, even now. I can’t tell if you’re incredibly strong or just shameless." Rachel Quinn let out a delicate laugh. "To be honest, I only invited you on a whim; I never thought you’d actually show up. If I were you, I’d be hiding at home, never showing my face again. After all, your little scandal has made the rounds in high society. And even if your leg is healed, you still can’t show that face of yours in public."

Vivian Quinn said nothing, only watching her with a detached expression.

This only made Rachel Quinn more smug. "Vivian Quinn, don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re up to." She patted her belly. "I’m pregnant now. You want to use my baby’s umbilical cord blood to save your sister, don’t you? Since you’re the one asking for a favor, you’d better start acting like it. Understand?"

"Oh?" Vivian Quinn asked, feigning curiosity. "And what kind of act would you like me to put on?"

Rachel Quinn leaned in, her lips close to Vivian’s ear, her voice turning bone-chillingly cold. "The pathetic, groveling act of a loser, watching me marry the man you loved most!"

Vivian Quinn let out a laugh. "Rachel Quinn, you’re really enjoying this."

"Of course I am. You sacrificed so much for Austin—crippled your leg, ruined your face—and in the end, he just threw you away to marry me. Tsk, tsk. It’s just so pathetic." Rachel Quinn’s delicate fingertip traced the line of Vivian’s mask. "Vivian, you’d better behave yourself today. Otherwise, when my baby is born, that umbilical cord blood might not find its way into your hands. Got it?"

Vivian Quinn pressed her lips into a tight line, saying nothing.

Rachel Quinn laughed, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Oh, Vivian, I just love seeing you look like a kicked dog. What can I say? I’m actually starting to feel a little sorry for you."

Vivian Quinn sneered. "You can spare me the pity. We’ll see who ends up being pitied in the end."

"Fine, we’ll see then. Remember what I said. Don’t do anything to upset me later, or little Joy Chase will die, you know."

Vivian Quinn’s hands clenched into tight fists as she gritted her teeth.

The wedding began shortly after. Vivian Quinn was seated at the main table to watch the ceremony, right next to Silas Quinn, who looked like he wanted to skin her alive.

"You don’t have to stare at me like that," Vivian Quinn said coldly. "If you have something to say, just say it."