On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 17: Isn’t It Because Chelsea Joyce Can’t Have Children?

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Isn’t It Because Chelsea Joyce Can’t Have Children?

I’d lived in the Grant family’s home for two years.

I thought I wouldn’t have much to pack, but once I started, I realized just how much there was.

Every little thing was a reminder of a love that was once pure and passionate.

A love given completely and utterly to Theodore Grant.

But unfortunately, no one cared.

Just like the things I had piled in the corner, ready to be packed up and thrown in the trash.

So, I decided to only take my important documents and the few things I cherished.

After sorting through everything, I couldn’t even fill a single suitcase.

When I got downstairs, my mother-in-law was still on the phone, calling Theodore Grant over and over, urging him to come home.

But I knew him. Theodore was a workaholic. ’How could he possibly drop everything and come back?’

In his eyes, I had always been disposable.

"Chelsea, you’re done packing already?" My mother-in-law looked at me with surprise as I came downstairs with just one suitcase. She must have thought I would wait for Theodore to get back.

I nodded and handed her the divorce papers. "I’ve already signed. When Theodore gets back, have him sign it, and then we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce."

Even though I was the one who initiated the divorce, I wasn’t going to leave with nothing.

I was a fool once. That was enough.

Never again.

"Chelsea..." My mother-in-law’s face was filled with reluctance.

Two years of living together was long enough to form a real bond.

"Mom..." The familiar address slipped out habitually, but I immediately realized I shouldn’t call her that anymore.

But before I could correct myself, Vincent Lombard’s sneering voice cut in. "Aren’t you getting a divorce? Still calling her ’Mom’?"

"Vincent Lombard!" My mother-in-law was infuriated by his comment. "Shut your mouth!"

Vincent Lombard pursed his lips, lifting his chin slightly in a pompous gesture. "If you want a divorce, then get on with it. Don’t think you can play games like playing hard to get."

I took a deep breath. "I’ve already signed the divorce agreement. As soon as Theodore signs, we’ll go straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau and file the papers."

"Good." A corner of Vincent Lombard’s mouth curled up, the joy in his eyes and at the corners of his eyebrows impossible to hide.

My mother-in-law shot him a fierce glare. "Good, my ass!"

Vincent Lombard snorted and glanced at me. "Married for two years and still not pregnant. You’re probably barren. It’s for the best that you’re getting a divorce. I want to hold my grandson sooner rather than later!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" My mother-in-law was completely enraged now. "Is getting pregnant something Chelsea can do all by herself?"

Vincent Lombard frowned. "Theodore is strong and healthy; there’s definitely nothing wrong with him. If they don’t have a child yet, doesn’t that mean Chelsea Joyce is the one who can’t conceive?"

"Is that so?" I smirked. "Then I’ll abdicate my position for someone more worthy. Weren’t you always partial to Clara Langley? Let her have babies for you then. She can pop out as many litters as you want!"

"You—" Vincent Lombard’s face changed, his eyes wide with anger. He was so furious he couldn’t even speak.

I didn’t bother with him anymore. My previous respect for him was entirely for Theodore’s sake.

Now that I was done with Theodore, why would I put up with his nonsense!

Besides, he wasn’t even my father-in-law, just an elder with a different surname.

Theodore might feel indebted to him, but I certainly didn’t owe him a thing!

I dragged my suitcase toward the exit and saw Chloe Miller in the distance, glaring at her phone and muttering something through gritted teeth.

"Scumbag and that bitch!"

As I got closer, I could finally hear what she was saying.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, looking at her with amusement.

Seeing my calm expression, Chloe Miller handed me her phone. "I saw this online. It’s a screenshot of something Theodore posted on social media on your wedding day..."

’Our wedding day...’

I was dazed for a moment. That day, my mother had been so angry she’d coughed up blood, and she passed away with regrets. I was so busy with the funeral that I never had time to find out where he had really gone that day.

I knew he went to see Clara Langley.

I just never imagined he would post about it on social media.

The so-called social media screenshot was a photo—

Theodore Grant had his arm around Clara Langley, his face full of doting affection...

Their faces in the photo still had a touch of youthfulness; it was clearly an old picture.

But to post a picture like that on his wedding day...

It was a clear statement.

So from the very beginning, Theodore had kept me in the dark, and I had become the biggest joke.

I couldn’t help but clutch the phone tighter. ’Even without that phone call, if Mom had seen this later, wouldn’t she have died from the sheer anger and heartbreak anyway?’

Theodore Grant.

Theodore Grant!

’How could he do something like this?!’

’Isn’t he afraid of retribution?!’

I took a deep breath, forcing down the hatred surging within me, and handed the phone back to Chloe. "Let’s go."

...

After leaving the Grant family’s home, I had Chloe drive me to my new place.

It was an apartment Mr. Grant had transferred to my name when Theodore and I got married.

One hundred and twenty square meters, with three bedrooms and two living areas. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. In a city like Kington, where every inch of land is precious, it was definitely considered a ’luxury home.’

"Wow! The view here is amazing, and it’s so close to the Trade Tower!" Chloe took a deep, exaggerated breath. "Even the air smells sweet!"

I looked at her, amused. "Do you have to be so dramatic?"

Chloe grinned at me. "It’s the smell of freedom."

I smiled. ’She’s right. It is freedom.’

Since it was a new apartment, all the furniture and appliances were already in place, but I was still missing daily necessities.

Chloe went with me to do a big shopping run downstairs. By the time we were finally done with everything and had put it all away, we were too tired to go out for dinner, so the two of us just ordered takeout.

After we ate, Chloe had to leave since she had an early meeting the next morning.

After seeing Chloe out, I started organizing the rest of my things. But it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

I instinctively glanced around the room, wondering if Chloe had forgotten something.

When I didn’t see anything of hers, I hurried to open the door. "Did you forget some—"

The words died on my lips when I saw who was standing outside.

I stared coldly at Theodore Grant and, without a second thought, tried to slam the door shut.

But Theodore was faster. He stuck his hand out and pushed the door open with a slight exertion of force.

"What are you doing?!"

Theodore glanced around the apartment, his brow furrowed slightly as if he found the place too small.

He’d lived in mansions and villas his whole life; a high-rise apartment like this must have seemed as small and cramped as a pigeon coop to him.

Soon, he pulled his gaze back to me and said in a low voice, "Pack your things. You’re coming home with me."

"What did you say?" I didn’t quite hear him at first.

"I said, come home with me."

"Didn’t your mother give you the divorce papers?"

"I tore them up."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Why?"

Theodore raised an eyebrow and said, word by word, "I don’t agree to a divorce."

His words made me laugh out of pure anger. "Why?" I said coldly. "Isn’t a divorce exactly what you want? You can be with your precious Clara Langley!"

Theodore frowned. "I’ve told you, it’s not what you think between me and Clara. Everything I did before was just to repay a debt of gratitude."

I was done listening to his excuses.

I turned, pulled another copy of the divorce papers from my bag, quickly signed my name, and handed it to Theodore. "None of that matters anymore. Sign it."

Theodore’s thin lips pressed into a tight line, a muscle in his jaw flexing. He then let out a low sigh. "Chelsea, I never thought about divorcing you."

"Is that so?"

I let out a cold laugh, my eyes, filled with hatred, fixed on him. "Then why did you leave on our wedding day?"

Theodore’s face was etched with exhaustion. "Clara tried to kill herself. She slit her wrists and was rushed to the hospital. Her husband saved my life. I had to go see her."

Looking at his hypocritical expression, I just felt sick to my stomach.

’Why was I so blind? How could I have loved him for twelve whole years!’

"Stop using that so-called life-saving debt as an excuse! Are you telling me Clara Langley didn’t get a divorce for you?" I scoffed. "Is this your idea of repaying a debt? Seducing your savior’s wife?!"

Theodore’s expression flickered. "How did you—"

Seeing the smirk on my lips deepen, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Chelsea, it’s not what you think..." Theodore closed his eyes. "It was Clara. She said she couldn’t forget me, and that’s why she divorced her husband. But I really don’t have any—"

Before he could finish, I cut him off coldly. "Then what about the social media post from our wedding day?"

Theodore froze. "What social media post?"