On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 103: Do You Want Me to Cancel the Engagement?

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Do You Want Me to Cancel the Engagement?

"You—you people—" Vincent Lombard’s face paled and flushed, but he couldn’t string a complete sentence together.

He knew he couldn’t afford to offend either Sebastian Forrest or Jude Miller, given their family backgrounds.

In the end, he turned his anger on me. He pointed a finger at my nose and said, exasperated, "Chelsea Joyce, were you the one spouting nonsense to outsiders? Slandering me and Clara?"

I let out a cold laugh. "You know perfectly well whether it’s slander or not."

Humiliated and enraged, Vincent Lombard raised his hand to slap me!

But before the slap could land, Sebastian Forrest, his face grim, had already grabbed Vincent Lombard’s wrist. His eyes were as black as ink, swirling with a terrifying storm.

"It hurts! It hurts! Let go!" Vincent Lombard bent over in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His face was flushed crimson.

"Vincent Lombard!"

Just then, a sharp cry came from behind us. I instinctively looked up to see my former mother-in-law walking toward us with a stern expression. "Stop making a scene!"

"Aunt Langley," Sebastian Forrest said coolly, finally releasing Vincent Lombard’s hand.

Seeing he wasn’t going to get the upper hand, Vincent Lombard shot me a vicious glare before turning and scurrying away dejectedly.

My former mother-in-law smiled at Sebastian Forrest and Jude Miller. "You’re both sensible people. You know what Mr. Lombard is like. Don’t lower yourselves to his level."

Sebastian Forrest raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing, his expression noncommittal.

Jude Miller always followed his lead, so she just smiled and remained silent as well.

My former mother-in-law pursed her lips, knowing it was pointless to say more. She turned to me. "Chelsea, I need to talk to you."

We had parted on bad terms a few days ago. On top of that, Theodore Grant and I were now divorced, which meant I had no more ties to the Grant Family. So, when my former mother-in-law asked to speak with me alone, I couldn’t help but feel resistant.

’However,’ I thought, ’what I’m about to do will probably be a huge blow to her.’

’Her heart was already weak, and she’s only just recovered from a serious illness...’

At that thought, I immediately stood up.

"Chelsea..." Sebastian Forrest looked at me, his brow slightly furrowed.

"I’ll be right back."

...

The engagement party was in full swing, with glasses clinking and people mingling. I followed my former mother-in-law to a quiet corner of the banquet hall before she finally stopped and turned to look at me.

"Chelsea, I know the Grant Family has wronged you. But I begged you not to get a divorce, and you stubbornly insisted. Since you no longer have feelings for Theodore Grant, can you please stop pestering him?"

I could hardly believe my ears. Especially when I heard the word ’pestering,’ I suddenly laughed. "Are you saying I’m pestering Theodore Grant?"

"That’s not what I meant..." My former mother-in-law clearly realized she had misspoken. "I mean, since you and Theodore Grant are divorced, the best thing to do is to leave each other alone. Don’t you agree?"

I finally understood what my former mother-in-law was getting at.

’She thinks I came to the engagement party to cause trouble.’

’Although, she wasn’t wrong.’

’I did come to cause trouble.’

’But it’s not about pestering him. It’s about revenge!’

I stopped loving Theodore Grant long ago; now, I don’t even feel hatred for him. But Clara Langley is a different story!

’She’s the one who killed my mother!’

’I have to make her pay!’

Seeing my silence, my former mother-in-law grew more certain of her suspicions. She sighed and reached for my hand, but I instinctively shook it off.

"Chelsea, I know you’re resentful. But holding onto this grudge won’t do anyone any good. Please listen to me, can you just stop obsessing over who was right and who was wrong? I’m begging you..."

I let out a soft laugh, suddenly finding myself ridiculous.

I had always appreciated how well my former mother-in-law treated me in the past and never forgot her kindness. I truly believed that, after my own mother, she was the only other person in the world who was genuinely good to me.

’But now that I think about it, the only reason she was ever good to me was because I was Theodore Grant’s wife...’

’And now that Clara Langley—someone my mother-in-law always disliked—has taken on that role, she still defends her without hesitation.’

’Still, it’s not too late to see the truth.’

’Since I have the divorce certificate in hand, I’m done with the entire Grant Family!’

"Ma’am, I appreciate your good intentions. However, my mother taught me that right is right and wrong is wrong. If we stop caring about the difference, what makes us any different from the living dead?"

"As for you..." My voice faltered for a moment, and I looked directly at her. "We were once family, so there’s something I feel I must advise you on. Since you know Vincent Lombard tried to poison you, why don’t you call the police? If he dares to harm you once, there will be countless other times."

I wasn’t just being an alarmist.

If Clara Langley really marries into the Grant Family, she’ll never be able to cut ties completely with Vincent Lombard. They’ll surely just stage one secret affair after another!

"Call the police? Are you crazy?" My former mother-in-law stared at me in disbelief. "Didn’t I tell you I would never call the police?"

I was completely disappointed. "Then I’ve said all I have to say."

"Chelsea..."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back." With that, I gave her a small, expressionless nod and walked away without a second thought, ignoring whatever expression she had on her face.

But just then, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist. I jumped, instinctively turning my head to see who it was, only to be dragged toward the lounge.

When I saw who it was, I started struggling desperately, but the man’s grip was too strong. I couldn’t break free.

"Theodore Grant, are you crazy? Let go of me!"

"I think you’re the one who’s crazy!" Theodore Grant glared at me, his eyes burning. "Chelsea Joyce, weren’t you the one who was so determined to get a divorce? Now that you’ve finally gotten your wish, why are you chasing me all the way to my engagement party?"

"I told you several times not to act on a whim. All you had to do was give in, and I would have spent the rest of my life making up for all my failings and betrayals! But you still stubbornly insisted on divorcing me!"

The angrier Theodore Grant got, the more he put on an act of utter helplessness. "What are you trying to do by showing up here now? Do you want me to call off the engagement? Chelsea Joyce, you’re being ridiculous!"

I was so angry I laughed. I was truly in awe of Theodore Grant’s arrogance.

’I just showed up at his engagement party, yet he had managed to invent a whole drama about me playing hard to get, thinking I was still hopelessly in love with him?’

"Theodore Grant, narcissism is a disease. You should get it treated."

"Are you telling me you didn’t come here for me?" Theodore Grant snorted, clearly unconvinced.

I knew it was probably because of how I used to fawn over him that he felt this way.

But I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. "Believe what you want," I said coldly.

With that, I turned to leave.

But Theodore Grant grabbed my wrist again. "Come back, I’m not finished..."

My expression darkened. Just as I was about to shake his hand off, a cold male voice suddenly cut in—

"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!"

I instinctively turned and saw Sebastian Forrest. I don’t know when he’d followed me, but he was now approaching, his hands in his pockets. His handsome, aristocratic face was dark with fury.

I quickly pulled my hand back. The moment I was free, I walked over to Sebastian Forrest and took his hand.

But just then, Theodore Grant lunged forward and grabbed my other hand...