He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 93: Bleeding Out

A cheating scandal, broadcast live.

The man standing before the seventy-inch screen, remote in hand, had a look of undisguisable rage on his face.

He had gone to great lengths to have his men find her mother’s killer.

And she’d gone to a hotel room with Felix Finch.

Not only had she utterly disgraced herself, she had also shamed him and the Grant family, dragging the Finch family into the eye of the storm along with them.

Once this kind of sex scandal broke, it immediately shot to the top of every major media outlet’s headlines.

Getting a hotel room with a married woman—Theodore Grant’s wife, no less—had sent Felix Finch’s father into a rage, triggering a heart attack that landed him in the ICU.

Grant Group’s stock plummeted, and the IPO of its subsidiary was delayed.

The Finch family’s business volume was even affected.

Natalie Morgan was trapped in front of Theodore Grant.

His thigh was pressed between her legs in a humiliating position.

"Mrs. Grant, you certainly have some interesting hobbies. You bury your mother one day and get a hotel room the next. Now everyone in Riverden knows that my woman, Theodore Grant’s woman, is fooling around with the crown prince of the Finch Group. You’re just so capable, aren’t you, Mrs. Grant?"

She shook her head.

That wasn’t what happened.

"I didn’t get a room with him."

"You still dare to deny it." His knee pressed harder against her, his handsome face nearly twisted with fury. "There are pictures, and you’re still not admitting it. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Theodore Grant never cared to distinguish right from wrong.

Natalie Morgan had only realized in hindsight that someone had set a trap for her.

But Theodore was unlikely to want to hear such an explanation.

"If you don’t believe me, then I have nothing to explain."

"Then tell me, what do you think this marriage of ours is?" he roared, his anger uncontrollable.

Natalie found it laughable. From the very beginning, Theodore was the one who had never respected their marriage.

And now he was the one questioning her about what she thought of it?

"I have never done anything to betray our marriage. I did try to make it work once."

"And now?" He gripped her chin fiercely, his face close to hers. "You don’t love me anymore, so the marriage is disposable. You can just go get a room and sleep with any man you want, is that it?"

Natalie gave a bitter smile.

’If I were that open, my life in this marriage wouldn’t have been so miserable.’

She wasn’t as fond of carnal pleasures as he imagined.

The times she despised most were when he would take her, rough and without any regard for her feelings.

Sex without love was, at best, a biological need.

"Give me the divorce papers," she said, looking up at his narrowed eyes. "That way, you can explain to the media why I was at a hotel with another man."

’This marriage has long been meaningless anyway.’

"You..." He was so angry he was rendered speechless.

She knew the only reason he wouldn’t divorce her was that he wasn’t done playing with her yet.

A person’s body is their cheapest asset.

In Riverden, there was never a shortage of young, beautiful women.

Whether they were socialites from prestigious families or major celebrities.

With Theodore Grant’s wealth, all he had to do was crook his finger, and they would flock to him.

If he wanted to cultivate the persona of a devoted lover, he could marry Wanda Lynch right after divorcing her.

It might even earn him some praise from the media.

And mitigate the current crisis.

The man, still fuming, said coldly, "I don’t need you to teach me what to do."

The Grant Group’s PR team quickly buried the scandal by pushing a few stories about celebrities’ illegitimate children into the spotlight.

Since the incident, Theodore Grant had brought Natalie Morgan back to the Grant Residence.

Her life became a monotonous routine between two points: the office and home.

Coming and going, she was ’monitored’ by the butler.

But Theodore rarely came back.

Rumor had it he was preparing for his engagement to Wanda Lynch.

Moreover, he had splurged over a billion on a marital home in Riverden’s most luxurious residential area.

’I’ll probably get the divorce papers from Theodore Grant soon,’ Natalie Morgan thought.

Her mood improved slightly.

Natalie went to the home’s underground storage.

Even though it was already early winter, she dug out her dust-covered mountain bike.

The butler, afraid Theodore would come home and not find her, cautiously reminded her, "Ma’am, the master will be home from work soon. Besides, isn’t it your time of the month? Perhaps you should ride another day."

"I’ll just go for one loop and be right back. It won’t take long." She was just dying to go for a ride.

Her spirit was refreshed.

But her body paid the price.

Her period, combined with a belly full of cold wind, made Natalie Morgan feel unwell the moment she returned from her ride.

The butler brought her a heating pad and brewed some brown sugar ginger tea.

When Theodore Grant returned, Natalie was sleeping fitfully.

"Where is my wife?" he asked.

The butler reported truthfully, "Ma’am is having stomach pains. She’s gone to sleep."

"Why is her stomach hurting?"

"She’s on her period and was out in the cold wind," the butler replied in a small voice, afraid of being blamed.

Theodore said nothing.

The air conditioning in the room was turned up high, making it warm and toasty.

He walked over and touched her forehead, startling her awake.

Seeing her open her eyes, a hint of tenderness appeared on his face. "Not feeling well?"

His voice was so gentle it felt like she was dreaming.

She didn’t answer, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

"Lie down." He stood, stripped off his clothes, and slid into her bed, pulling her into his arms.

His large, warm hand rested gently on her lower abdomen. "Your stomach is so cold."

"It’s always like this."

"From now on, just stay inside when you have your period."

"It doesn’t come often."

After taking so many birth control pills, she hadn’t had a period for a very long time.

It had only started coming again, sporadically, in the last two months.

Neither of them spoke for a long while.

"Theodore," she said, her voice soft and faint.

The man grunted in acknowledgment. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"When are you going to give me the divorce papers?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, his expression turning grim. "If you want them, you’ll have to wait."

"But aren’t you going to—"

Before Natalie Morgan could finish her sentence, Theodore Grant’s phone rang.

The call was from Noelle Bell, who was taking care of Wanda Lynch at the hospital.

"Mr. Grant, Wanda Lynch has had a persistent high fever since her kidney transplant. You should come and see her right away."

The voice from the phone’s earpiece wasn’t loud.

But in the quiet room, Natalie heard it clearly.

’No wonder I haven’t seen Wanda Lynch lately.’

’She had a kidney transplant?’

As Theodore got out of bed and started dressing, Natalie grabbed his arm. "Tell me, was the kidney Wanda Lynch received from my mother?"

"No."

He dressed methodically, not looking particularly rushed.

Still, Natalie’s heart couldn’t help but tremble violently. "Then where did her kidney come from?"

"Why are you asking all this?"

"The fact that you won’t tell me proves she used my mom’s kidney! Theodore Grant, you’re worse than an animal!" She scrambled off the bed, her eyes bloodshot as she clawed at him. "You... you people..."

She was too agitated. A sharp pain suddenly shot through her abdomen, and the color visibly drained from her face.

She swayed twice, barely able to stand.

Noticing something was wrong, he reached out to steady her.

In an instant, blood gushed from her body as if a dam had burst, soaking through her pajama pants and staining his vision red.

"Fuck."

He swore, swept her up into his arms, and ran downstairs.

Natalie Morgan was hemorrhaging.

Uncontrollably.

Her pajama pants had turned into pants of blood, staining his white shirt and black trousers.