He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 14: So Crazy It Scares Her

Wanda Lynch heard the commotion inside, desperate for them to separate.

The knocking was loud.

Natalie Morgan’s lips twisted into a sneer. "Stop pestering me, Mr. Grant. Your poor little damsel is getting jealous. Go keep her company."

She tried to push him away, but he only pressed her more tightly against the wall.

His eyes were savage. "Don’t think I won’t touch you."

The doctor had said Natalie Morgan wasn’t to have intercourse for at least a month.

He had said it right in front of Theodore Grant.

She thought he had taken the advice to heart, but clearly, he hadn’t.

He was domineering, his posture and movements utterly lewd.

She passively endured.

The door rattled from the force Theodore Grant was exerting.

Outside, Wanda Lynch’s face burned as she listened. She bit her lip, sick with jealousy.

Halfway through, he let her go.

She was a complete mess; he didn’t have a single hair out of place.

"I’m giving you three days to quit your job at the art studio."

"I signed a contract. I can’t quit," she said, her voice flat as she silently straightened her disheveled clothes.

He tossed a gold card at her. "There’s a million in here. If Sean Lane doesn’t think that’s enough, tell him to come find me."

Natalie Morgan didn’t pick up the card from the floor.

She just raised an eyebrow. "I need a job. How am I supposed to eat without one? Don’t be so cruel, Mr. Grant."

"Does Mrs. Grant need to work? In the two years we’ve been married, have I ever deprived you of food or clothing?"

"No." Her expression turned cold, a hint of mockery in her voice. "It’s just that other stay-at-home wives get an allowance from their husbands. I’m the exception."

"So in the end, this is all about money."

’He’s right.’

After killing the naive, love-struck part of her brain, Natalie Morgan had come to deeply understand the importance of money.

"There’s nothing shameful about wanting money."

"Just remember who you are. Don’t go selling yourself for pocket change."

His words were cold as he glanced at the gold card still on the floor. "Take the card. I’ll deposit a hundred thousand into it every month. The only condition is that you come home and behave."

’A hundred thousand.’

’How tempting.’

She’d been married to him for two years and hadn’t seen so much as ten dollars from him.

’He’s afraid I’ll cheat on him, so he’s trying to buy his peace of mind.’

Natalie Morgan didn’t pick up the gold card, even though that hundred thousand a month was enough to buy her dignity.

’Too bad...’

"It’s too late, Theodore Grant. It’s all too late."

’He’s already given his heart to Wanda Lynch. What’s the point of me keeping his empty shell?’

’Other than endless arguments, it would only make her feel cheaper and more degraded.’

She shook her head and turned to leave.

The man snatched the card from the floor and grabbed her wrist. "A hundred thousand isn’t good enough for you now?"

"You know it, Theodore Grant. I didn’t marry you for your money."

His gaze was intense as he stared at her. "What do you want?"

’No, I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want anything anymore.’

"Let’s just let each other go. I’m begging you." She was weary, so tired.

Two years of marriage had left her utterly exhausted.

She shook off his hand and pulled open the bedroom door.

Wanda Lynch was still standing outside.

The air that drifted out to her face, thick with the scent of intimacy, drove her mad.

She clenched her fists, but her face remained a mask of gentle kindness and delicate charm. "Natalie, are you leaving? Why don’t you stay for dinner..."

Natalie Morgan had to admire Wanda Lynch’s acting skills.

She shot her a contemptuous smile and walked away.

The man slammed the bedroom door shut.

The force of it made Wanda Lynch’s heart leap in her chest.

Back home, Natalie Morgan collapsed onto her bed, unwilling to move a muscle.

An image floated before her eyes: a dashing young man in his prime, full of vigor.

His name was Sean Lane.

His origins were less than reputable. His mother, Frances Lane, was a third-rate starlet who had been entangled with Theodore Grant’s father for eight years when she was young.

She had hoped her youth and beauty—and eventually, her son—would allow her to usurp the position of the main wife.

Unfortunately for her, men are often terrifyingly rational in matters of the heart. No matter how much Lucas Grant enjoyed a young, beautiful body, he was never going to abandon his wife and child to marry a mistress.

Still, he never failed to provide for the mother and son. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

As Sean Lane grew older, Lucas Grant became increasingly fond of him, even intending to officially add him to the Grant family registry.

The family patriarch disagreed, however, so the matter was shelved.

Sean Lane was a transfer student. In their senior year of high school, he was in Natalie Morgan’s class.

Before the college entrance exams, he passed her a love letter and asked her out for coffee. She refused every time.

His feelings carried over into college; he pursued her for all four years.

She thought he would finally give up once she got married.

Who knew that would only make him crazier?

On the day she registered her marriage to Theodore Grant, he blocked their car and got into a fistfight with Theodore.

He would show up at the home she shared with Theodore Grant every day to loudly recite love poems.

He would also send all sorts of provocative messages to Theodore Grant.

And Theodore Grant made her suffer for it endlessly.

At its worst, Theodore Grant starved her for a week, forcing her to survive on only water. It left her with chronic stomach problems.

He was crazy—so crazy that it scared her.

Eventually, Lucas Grant sent him abroad to get his MBA, which finally put an end to the drama.

’Serena Sutton knew all of this.’

’Why...’

’Why would she... ’

After thinking it over, Natalie Morgan picked up her phone and sent a message to Serena Sutton.

"The owner of the art studio... it’s Sean Lane, isn’t it?"

A long time passed without a reply.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. It was Serena Sutton.

Her eyes were filled with guilt and remorse. "I’m so sorry, Nattie."

"Claire, you know what Sean Lane is like... Why would you invite this kind of trouble?"

She was in the middle of negotiating her divorce from Theodore Grant.

With Sean Lane suddenly reappearing—and her working at his studio, no less—it had instantly triggered Theodore Grant’s twisted possessiveness.

An already difficult divorce was about to become nearly impossible.

Serena Sutton hung her head.

Natalie Morgan couldn’t bring herself to blame her. She squeezed her hand. "I’m not blaming you."

"You have every right to blame me. I overstepped. I just saw how tired you were, delivering food every day, constantly getting hassled by customers..."

Serena Sutton’s eyes grew red.

Natalie Morgan felt her own eyes sting. "I know you’re just looking out for me."

"Did Theodore Grant give you trouble again?"

"It’s nothing new for him to cause trouble."

Just a few days ago, he’d been so rough he’d ruptured her corpus luteum. She had barely escaped with her life.

But she hadn’t dared to tell Serena Sutton, not wanting to worry her.

"So, is he forbidding you from working at the studio?"

Natalie Morgan nodded. "He offered me a million to break my contract with the studio. I didn’t take it."

"He thinks he’s all that just because he has some damn money?"

"Even if he weren’t forcing me to leave, I couldn’t stay there."

Sean Lane was the kind of trouble she couldn’t afford to provoke but also couldn’t seem to escape.

Theodore Grant is emotionally unstable.

Sean Lane is a total psycho.

Natalie Morgan sighed in self-pity. "Worst case, I’ll just go back to delivering food."

A young lady, pampered from birth, had fallen so far that she now had to run food deliveries just to make ends meet.

Serena Sutton had long wanted her to quit that job.

But she knew Natalie Morgan too well.

The last thing she needed was anyone’s pity.

"Don’t say that. Worst case, you can just change careers." It wasn’t the end of the world.

Natalie Morgan gave a bitter laugh. "No matter what career I choose, there’s no guarantee Theodore Grant won’t interfere."