He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 2: Let’s Get a Divorce

In the two years she’d been married to Theodore Grant, he forbade her from working, yet refused to give her a single penny for household expenses.

She ate whatever the servants made. If they took a day off, she’d eat leftovers or just go hungry.

’How pathetic.’

"Wait here for a moment. I need to make a call."

Stepping into a corner, Natalie Morgan opened her contacts. She scrolled to Theodore Grant’s name, paused for a fraction of a second, then slid past it and continued down the list.

"Claire, it’s me."

"Nattie?" The woman on the other end of the line sounded shocked, her voice rising in pitch. "You finally decided to call me."

"I’m sorry." She composed herself. "Can you do me a favor?"

Serena Sutton’s voice tightened. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"My mom’s hospital bill is due, and I don’t have any money. I was hoping you could..." Natalie Morgan rarely showed her desperation, but she was out of options.

The response from the other end was immediate and generous. "Just tell me how much. I’ll send it to you."

"No, no." Natalie’s gaze fell to the jade bracelet on her wrist. It was translucent and beautiful, a top-quality piece. "I need you to help me sell my jade bracelet. I know you have the right connections to get a better price."

The other end of the line suddenly went silent.

Serena Sutton was Natalie Morgan’s best friend.

She knew Natalie had married Theodore Grant, and she knew better than anyone that Natalie was unhappy.

But she had never imagined that Natalie would be so broke she couldn’t afford medical bills and had to resort to selling her jewelry to pay them.

Though filled with indignation and anger, Serena Sutton swallowed it down. "Okay, I’ll help you."

The jade bracelet had been a wedding gift to Natalie from Theodore’s mother.

It was the only thing of value Natalie owned.

Serena Sutton helped her sell it for 250,000, which was just enough to cover the hospital fees.

After paying the hospital bill, Natalie had her mother transferred to another hospital.

It was a hospital in a small town. The medical facilities weren’t the best, but they were sufficient to keep her mother’s vital signs stable.

Once everything was taken care of, Natalie dragged her exhausted body home.

Sitting on the bed in her bedroom, she looked around the beautiful, spacious, sun-drenched room, feeling not a single shred of reluctance to leave.

’Two years in this house,’ she thought. ’That’s enough.’

After packing her things, she carried her luggage downstairs.

The housekeeper saw her and, sensing something was wrong, couldn’t help but ask, "Ma’am, where are you going? Does the master know?"

Before Natalie could even part her lips to answer,

the sharp glare of headlights flashed across the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Immediately followed by the sound of a car engine being cut.

The first thing to enter Natalie’s line of sight was a man’s gleaming leather shoes.

Seeing him, the housekeeper quietly retreated.

His black suit was immaculate, his handsome features exuding a deep, steady, and restrained aura under the lights.

His gaze fell upon the two suitcases in Natalie’s hands, and his brow furrowed.

He sized up the woman before him. "Throwing a tantrum?"

"No." She didn’t look up, her voice cold.

"Then why don’t you tell me what this is about?"

The man took out the bracelet Natalie had just sold and slammed it onto the table.

Natalie didn’t know how the bracelet had found its way back into Theodore Grant’s hands.

She just replied faintly, "I sold it."

"Sold it?" He was furious. He raised a hand and gripped Natalie’s neck. "Who gave you the right to sell this bracelet?"

"It’s my thing. Why shouldn’t I be able to sell it?"

This was the first time Natalie had ever spoken to him with such defiance.

Theodore Grant scoffed, shoving her away with a sneer. "Just because you wear it, that makes it yours? When it comes to the Grant Family’s things, you have usage rights at best... and that’s it."

’Usage rights?’

In two years of marriage, what belonging of the Grant Family had she ever dared to touch or even move?

The only thing she had ’usage rights’ to was the man standing before her.

"Is Mr. Grant talking about himself?"

The man’s eyes turned cold as he suppressed his anger. "Then I’d love to hear what you did with the money from selling this bracelet."

At that moment, Natalie felt that Theodore was playing dumb.

He was the one who had instructed the hospital to collect the payment from her.

"To pay for the hospital treatment fees."

"And the rest?"

"There was a little over ten thousand left. If you want it, I can transfer it to you."

"Do it."

He pulled up a QR code for payment and tossed his phone in front of her.

Natalie transferred the remaining money into his account, down to the last cent.

Then, she took out a divorce agreement and presented it to him. "Theodore Grant, let’s get a divorce."

Theodore Grant was clearly stunned.

The ever-submissive Natalie Morgan in his eyes was the last person he’d expect to bring this up.

’Is it because I made the hospital collect the fees from her?’

’Or is it because I forced half a bottle of birth control pills down her throat?’

His gaze on her was scrutinizing, laced with mockery. "What, tired of being a high-society parasite? Ready to become a corporate slave?"

"In your eyes, this was a life I stole anyway, wasn’t it?" she looked at him, her voice thick with resentment.

"Isn’t that what you love to do? Steal other people’s lives?"

Natalie sneered. ’See? In Theodore Grant’s eyes, I’m just a thief.’

And what she’d supposedly stolen was Wanda Lynch’s life. He had always hated her for it.

’Now I’m returning what I ’stole’ back to him.’

"The switch at birth was the hospital’s mistake. How could I, a baby in swaddling clothes, have had any say in it? Theodore, I know you feel for Wanda Lynch. I’m stepping aside for her now. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness."

’I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want any of it.’

If she had been given a choice, she might not have chosen to grow up in the Lynch Family.

The twenty years with the Lynch Family couldn’t compare to the happiness of two years with the Morgan Family.

It was unclear which of Natalie’s words had set Theodore Grant off.

The man grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her upstairs, and threw her violently onto the large bed.

Natalie sat up on the bed and angrily tore the wedding ring from her finger.

"You throw that ring. I dare you," the man’s voice was ice-cold.

Natalie’s fingers froze for a moment, then she slammed the ring onto the floor. "Here’s your ring back, and I’m giving you the marriage back too! Theodore Grant, I don’t want you anymore! I want a divorce!"

She spoke with such finality.

Theodore Grant was seething with rage.

The next second, the man pushed her down and pinned her beneath him.

"You were the one who insisted on marrying me back then. The title of Mrs. Grant isn’t something you can just cast aside whenever you feel like it."

"What kind of Mrs. Grant am I?" She glared at the man before her, her eyes full of hatred, and let out a derisive scoff. "A Mrs. Grant who doesn’t even have the right to deal with a bracelet she’s worn for two years? I have no interest in being that person."

"So defiant now." His eyes blazed, as if he wanted to devour her, bones and all. "Do you really think you’re the one in charge here?"

"Can’t I regret it?"

Tears welled up in Natalie’s eyes. If she had known that her stubbornness back then would bring such a disaster upon herself and her family,

she never would have walked this path to her own ruin.

No matter how much she loved him.

The word "regret" provoked Theodore Grant once again.

He sank his teeth into the pale skin of her neck.