He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 109: She Is Finally Alone in Her World

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: She Is Finally Alone in Her World

Natalie Morgan was grateful that Helena and Claire were willing to speak up for her.

But she knew Theodore Grant well enough to know it was useless.

He was the type of person who, once he made up his mind, would stubbornly see it through to the bitter end.

No amount of pleading or persuasion could change his mind. As long as that obsession remained in his heart, it was all for nothing.

"I don’t think we need to finish this meal." Theodore Grant stood, tilting his head slightly to glare at the woman beside him. "Let’s go, Mrs. Grant. I think we need to have a... thorough discussion."

Natalie Morgan pressed her lips together and rose to bid farewell to Helena Sullivan and Claire Grant. "Mom, Claire, we’re going to head back now."

Claire Grant’s lips parted as if she wanted to say more, but her eyes just followed Natalie, who was being dragged away by Theodore Grant. She watched Natalie stumble out the door, finally letting out a helpless sigh.

"Mom, I really don’t understand what on earth Theodore is thinking. He doesn’t love Natalie, but he won’t let her leave. Is it really just possessiveness?" Claire Grant frowned, her eyes filled with confusion.

Love is possession.

But not loving...

"Claire, you know... there is a kind of love where one loves without realizing it."

Helena Sullivan gently fingered her Buddha Beads and slowly looked at her daughter, her voice calm but filled with profound meaning.

A flicker of surprise crossed Claire Grant’s eyes. She found the answer hard to believe.

"Mom, you mean... Theodore actually loves Natalie?"

’How is that possible?’

’When you love someone, you’re supposed to pamper them and coax them. How could you bear to hurt them?’

"Mom, if he loved her, why would he push Natalie to the point of slitting her wrists? You saw her wrist. That scar... it’s horrifying."

Helena Sullivan sighed softly, her voice weary. "Perhaps I was wrong about him. I’m tired. I need to rest."

Claire Grant stared blankly outside.

’What is love, anyway?’

’Even if she didn’t understand romance, she knew this much: the way Theodore Grant acted was not love.’

...

「The Grant Residence.」

Theodore Grant grabbed Natalie Morgan’s wrist and threw her onto the sofa.

His dark eyes were filled with an icy chill.

As he undid his cufflinks, he glanced at the woman on the sofa. "It seems even my own family can’t bear to watch how poorly I treat Mrs. Grant anymore."

"And you think you treat me well?" She took off her pearl earrings and threw them forcefully to the floor. "Theodore Grant, treating me well isn’t slapping me and then offering me a piece of candy. Besides, your candy isn’t even sweet."

"Don’t like it?" He chuckled, undoing two buttons on his collar. He walked over to Natalie Morgan and cornered her. "Then tell me, what kind of candy would be sweet enough for you?"

"You sent my father to prison, gave my mother’s organs to Wanda Lynch, tormented my brother until he went mad, had me committed to an asylum, stripped me of my right to be a mother, and made me miscarry our child. What kind of candy could you possibly give me that would taste sweet after all that?"

The heart-wrenching pain made tears stream uncontrollably from her eyes.

She twisted her lips into a smile and suddenly shot her hand out, grabbing his collar. "Theodore Grant, for everything you’ve done to me, I will never forgive you. Not even in death."

Their eyes locked.

The air was filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Her hatred practically boiled over.

The man’s lips curled into a sneer. He gripped her wrist and gritted his teeth. "I’ll tell you one more time. Your father going to prison and killing himself there had nothing to do with me. As for whether your mother’s organs were given to Wanda Lynch, I’m still looking for proof. And as for your brother..."

The matter of Thomas Morgan.

He had nothing to say.

But the miscarriage... he hadn’t done it on purpose.

"Natalie Morgan, wasn’t that child mine, too? If you had told me you were pregnant from the start, do you think I would have touched you? Why didn’t you say anything? Or was it that you never intended for me to find out you were pregnant? Is that it?"

His eyes darkened, as if confirming his own suspicions.

She suddenly laughed.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, glistening with despair.

"That’s right. I never planned on telling you. You don’t deserve to be a father. You’re just like your own father—shameless, despicable, absolute scum. People like you don’t deserve to have children. You don’t deserve it."

"Then who does?" Enraged, he grabbed her by the neck, pinning her down on the sofa. He glared at her, his expression vicious. "You tell me. Who deserves to be the father of your child? Say it!"

Natalie Morgan struggled to breathe under the pressure of his large hand.

She just gasped for breath, her eyes red-rimmed as she glared at him, not saying a word.

"Damn it." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He spat out a curse, released her neck, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode into the bedroom.

Teardrops stained her face.

Her body trembled, like a frightened little deer.

Something in him must have snapped, because his tone softened. "What can you do besides make me angry?"

He leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of her, and went to kiss her lips, but she turned away.

"We can have another child. If we must, I’ll just have to... work a little harder."

Something inside Natalie Morgan’s heart suddenly went hollow.

The man with the gentle smile, the one who stood in the sunlight, had suddenly vanished from her world.

The bubble she had worked so hard to preserve instantly popped, turning into nothing.

She was finally alone in her world.

Natalie Morgan looked at the man in front of her and suddenly fell into a daze.

Her slender, cool fingertips reached out to touch his incomparably handsome face. The corners of her lips curved up, revealing two faint dimples. "Theodore Grant, you’re so handsome. It’s a shame..."

’He never should have appeared in her life when she was eighteen.’

’And she certainly never should have given him that portrait.’

’Her crime, worthy of a thousand deaths, was falling in love with him—a crime that cost her entire family their lives.’

"What are you trying to say?" He caught her wrist, his expression becoming complex and unreadable.

She shook her head lightly.

An inscrutable smile played on her lips.

Her cool fingertips gently slid across his features, finally landing on his lips, caressing them softly.

The man’s heart began to pound.

His throat grew dry and hoarse. "You... what’s wrong?"

"Theodore Grant, I don’t think I’ve ever learned how to be with you."

From the day they married until now.

’She had tried. She had pandered to him, complied with his every whim, yielded to him, even humbled herself to the point of groveling in the dirt...’

’It didn’t matter anymore.’

’It really didn’t matter.’

Theodore Grant felt something was off with Natalie Morgan, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He gently caressed her cheek with his large hand. "I... I have a bad temper, too."

She shook her head.

’It wasn’t that he had a bad temper. It was meeting her that gave him one.’

"Theodore Grant, we’re obviously the worst possible match for each other, yet here we are, all tangled up. It must be hard for you, too, right? Your revenge... it wasn’t just for Wanda Lynch. It was more because you felt wronged yourself, wasn’t it?"

She smiled, nestling her face into his palm. "I’m so sorry."

An invisible hand seemed to clench his heart.

He lowered his gaze and gently kissed her lips. His large hand grasped her waist, pulling her tightly against him.

The quiet space filled with nothing but the sound of their intimate kisses.

She was completely compliant, her head tilted back to accept his kiss.

His kiss deepened, becoming domineering and turbulent.