He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 82: When They First Got Married, She Called Him Husband

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: When They First Got Married, She Called Him Husband

"Afraid?"

His large hand gripped her slender waist. Natalie Morgan couldn’t move. Their noses were almost touching, so close their breaths intertwined.

A charged, intimate atmosphere spread between them...

Right after they were married.

In bed, Theodore Grant had always preferred her with her back to him. Only then could he truly enjoy himself.

To please him, she would kneel until her knees ached every time.

But she had been so happy.

’People online say that if a man desires a woman’s body, he will slowly give her his heart.’

’She kept waiting for the day he would suddenly confess his feelings to her.’

’Those words, "Natalie Morgan, I like you," were something she had already heard many times in her dreams.’

’Back then, she was just a young girl who blushed and whose heart pounded so easily.’

’She thought marriage was for a lifetime.’

’She thought she could bear his children.’

’Her assumptions were always just that—her assumptions.’

The man before her only desired her body; he had never once considered giving her his heart.

All her past expectations had now turned into disdain and contempt.

Meeting his gaze no longer made her heart pound or her face flush.

Without love, there was nothing.

"Mr. Grant, we should change your dressing first."

She calmly and rationally pushed him away, turning to get the tray.

The man was annoyed.

The cold alcohol swab circled over his nearly healed wound, irritating him.

He swung his arm, sweeping the tray away. Everything fell to the floor with a CLATTER.

"Natalie Morgan, are you giving me attitude?"

She was still frozen in the motion of disinfecting his wound, the alcohol swab in her stainless-steel forceps still dripping.

He grabbed her wrist and roughly pushed her down beneath him. His voice was hoarse and deep. "You want to divorce me, is that it? You want to go marry Felix Finch, or Byron Quincy, right? I’m telling you, not a chance."

"Theodore Grant, why are you always like this?" ’You never keep your word. There’s no trust to speak of.’

As if that wasn’t enough, he added, "The divorce agreement? I’ve already torn it up. It’s probably been incinerated at the waste treatment plant by now."

"You..." Her eyes were red.

His large hand slipped inside her patient gown, groping her wantonly. His movements were crude. "Before I’m done playing with this body of yours, don’t even think about finding another man."

Natalie Morgan felt utterly degraded.

She struggled with all her might. "Mr. Grant, please let me go."

The man’s expression was terrifyingly dark.

’She’s gotten addicted to calling him Mr. Grant.’

’Right after they got married, she would call him ’husband’.’

’He told her it was disgusting.’

’Later, she learned her lesson and called him Theodore.’

’He wouldn’t respond.’

’After that, she called him Theodore, and he still ignored her.’

’It was probably after that she stopped calling him anything.’

’Even instances of her calling him by his full name became few and far between.’

’Didn’t Theodore Grant notice? He did. He knew better than anyone that she was distancing herself from him, step by step.’

"You dare call me Mr. Grant one more time?" he roared, threatening her.

Natalie Morgan found it laughable. "What would you have me call you, Mr. Grant? Mr. Grant? Master Grant? Whichever you prefer, I’m fine with it."

"What did you used to call me?" He pinched her chin, his hot breath ghosting over her lips.

"Didn’t you find my old way of addressing you disgusting, Mr. Grant?"

’When a wife joyfully called her husband ’darling,’ he had roared at her in near fury that it was disgusting.’

’She was probably the only person in the world who had ever experienced such a thing.’

’How laughable.’

’How pathetic.’

’Pitiful? Not at all. She brought it all on herself.’

"Whatever." He didn’t want to argue with her anymore and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

When she didn’t respond, he forced her.

"Mrs. Grant, if you stay away from those men who have improper designs on you, I might reconsider the divorce." His lips gently kissed and bit at her neck.

Natalie Morgan no longer believed him.

’Weren’t there countless times he had used lies to trick her into being obedient and doing his bidding?’

"Theodore Grant, you’re completely untrustworthy. I will never believe you again. Never."

His kisses stopped abruptly. "How am I untrustworthy? When have I ever promised you something and not delivered?"

"You said you’d let Thomas Morgan go, but then you turned around and had Wanda Lynch report him to the police. You call that keeping your word? Not only do you go back on your word, but you also encouraged Wanda Lynch to plagiarize someone else’s work. You two are colluding. And now you want me to make a promise to you? On what grounds should I agree?"

Theodore Grant: ...

He genuinely hadn’t known beforehand that Wanda Lynch had gone to the police.

As for Wanda Lynch plagiarizing someone else’s work...

’Whose work did she plagiarize?’

"Make yourself clear."

"Just stop pretending."

Natalie Morgan didn’t want to say any more.

’That design was as good as fed to the dogs.’

’With Wanda Lynch posting that kind of stuff on the company’s intranet, she could probably never go back to work there.’

’Even if she did, she’d be pointed at and whispered about. The gossip and rumors alone would be enough to drown her.’

’There was no point in dwelling on it.’

’It was just as disgusting as having swallowed a fly.’

Theodore Grant: ...

’Pretending?’

’She actually said he was pretending?’

"Natalie Morgan, you’re getting more and more insolent when you talk to me. Have I been too easy on you?"

Theodore Grant only knew how to use his status, position, and power to suppress her.

He knew she was afraid.

And he was right.

How could she not be afraid of those things?

She was like an ant, to be crushed at anyone’s whim. "Mr. Grant, you never actually intended to divorce me, did you? Since that’s the case, you don’t have to stand here and say all these hypocritical things."

He had once resolved to let her go.

But his male pride and the intense jealousy in his heart made him change his mind.

He didn’t love her, yet he wanted to possess her unwavering devotion at all times.

Even though that devotion was long gone.

He still had to tie her to his side.

He chalked it up to his obsession with her body. He couldn’t bear to let go of such a beautiful body until he had grown tired of playing with it.

’It was a dark, twisted thought.’

His long, slender fingertips gently landed on the woman’s parting lips.

As if startled, she looked at him, her pupils trembling.

He suddenly smiled. "Don’t say that. I’m not being hypocritical. As long as Mrs. Grant is willing to put in some effort and please me in bed, it wouldn’t be impossible for me to give you the Grant Group’s empire."

’What would she do with his Grant Group?’

’And she couldn’t bring herself to please him.’

"Mr. Grant, if you said that to Wanda Lynch, she’d be more eager to please you than a prostitute."

’Wanda Lynch already sees herself as the next Mrs. Grant.’

’If she knew that Theodore Grant wasn’t done playing, wasn’t planning on letting me go, and had no intention of giving her a title, would she cough up blood from anger?’

At this thought, Natalie Morgan felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"You seem to have misunderstood a wife’s duties." His voice was as cold as if it had been quenched in ice.

She let out a hoarse, mirthless laugh. "I am only Mrs. Grant. I have never been a wife."

’Besides not being done playing with her body, Theodore Grant probably didn’t want the scandal of a divorce to break out right when his subsidiary was going public.’

’He needed a Mrs. Grant.’

’And she, this Mrs. Grant, was merely his fig leaf.’