On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 121: Let’s Get Remarried

I couldn’t help but feel a little helpless. "Aunt, Senior Forrest already said he has someone he likes..."

"And didn’t he also say that girl doesn’t like him?" my aunt said, patting my shoulder. "These days, when a woman pursues a man, it’s an easy win. Besides, Sasha is young and beautiful. She’s more than a match for that senior of yours."

I instinctively wanted to say more, but my aunt had already turned and headed for the bedroom, repeatedly urging Sasha to hurry and print out her resume. She couldn’t wait for me to hand it to Sebastian Forrest tomorrow.

Sasha, for her part, was quick. The moment she got back, she was at my computer working on her resume. A short while later, she handed me several printed copies.

I gave it a quick scan, and my eyes landed on her work experience: "Supermarket cashier for two months..."

"Do you like that Mr. Forrest?"

"Hmm?" I looked up, not quite having heard what Sasha said.

Sasha pouted. "You’re not going to hide my resume and refuse to give it to him, are you?"

Only then did I understand what she was saying. "He’s a senior from my school, nothing more."

"It’d better be that way." Sasha lifted her chin. "You’re divorced. You’re not good enough for him anyway."

I couldn’t help but frown, my expression darkening.

When Sasha saw I was angry, she pouted reluctantly. "I’m not wrong. You are divorced! My mom says it’s useless for a girl to have a high education. The most important thing is being able to hold on to your husband’s heart..."

"Sasha!"

Just then, my aunt, who seemed to have heard her, hurried over with a stern face. "What nonsense are you talking about? Get back to your room and take off your makeup. Go wash your face properly."

"I know." Sasha waved her hand impatiently and turned back to the guest bedroom.

"Chelsea, don’t listen to Sasha’s nonsense. She’s just a kid and speaks without thinking. There’s no malice behind it."

I couldn’t help but feel irritated. I knew my aunt’s family had never liked me much; they doted on my older brother instead. That’s why I’d never been too close to them.

Seeing their behavior now, I felt emotionally drained. Fortunately, they were only staying for one day. After I saw them off tomorrow, it would be best to keep our distance in the future.

"Aunt, it’s getting late. You should get some rest, too."

"Okay, okay. You get to bed early too, Chelsea."

...

I had planned to wash my face in the bathroom and go to sleep, but Sasha was hogging it. One moment she was taking off her makeup, the next she was drawing a bath. I waited for what felt like an eternity, but she still didn’t come out.

Annoyed, I scrolled through the messages on my phone, looking for anything I might have missed during the day.

But just then, a call came in from an unknown number.

I couldn’t help but frown slightly. My first instinct was that it was a call from Theodore Grant.

After I hung up without hesitation, they didn’t call back.

’Did I guess wrong?’

It was just an unknown number, though. If I didn’t answer, I didn’t answer.

Just then, I heard the bathroom door open and quickly went out of my room.

I saw Sasha walking straight back to her room with a face mask on.

Seeing that Sasha was finally out, I was able to go wash up.

But right at that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Coming..."

Hearing the sound, my aunt immediately came out of her bedroom to get the door.

Thinking of the recent call from the unknown number, a sense of foreboding rose within me. I quickly spat out the foam in my mouth, hastily rinsed, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh, Chelsea..."

My aunt, her face beaming with excitement, pulled the visitor’s arm and led him over to me. "Look who’s here!"

"Chelsea..." Theodore Grant looked at me, seeming to want to say something but holding back, his eyes filled with a thousand unspoken words.

My expression instantly darkened. "What are you doing here?"

But my aunt shot me a glare. "What a thing to say! Even a day as husband and wife creates a lasting bond. It’s only natural for Theodore Grant to come and see you!"

I couldn’t help but frown. "Aunt!"

But my aunt, ignoring me, grabbed Theodore Grant’s arm and tried to make him take my hand. "You two have a good chat. What problem is so big that you can’t get over it? Did you really have to get a divorce?"

Frowning, I pulled my hand away from Theodore Grant’s reach and took a deep breath. "Aunt, could you give us a moment to talk alone?"

"Of course." My aunt nodded with a smile. "You two talk, then. I’ll head back to my room..."

As she spoke, she walked toward her bedroom, also pushing back Sasha, who had poked her head out to gawk at the scene.

Once the bedroom door closed, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. ’Bringing my aunt and her family to stay with me was a terrible idea.’

"Chelsea..." Theodore Grant’s voice was deep. His thin lips were pursed, and his brows were knitted together. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, especially when his gaze fell upon my stomach.

I did my best to ignore his intense gaze and said in a cold voice, "Go on. What are you here for?"

"Let’s get remarried."

"What?" I was utterly shocked, as if I couldn’t believe my own ears.

’Has Theodore Grant gone insane?!’

"I said, let’s get remarried," Theodore Grant repeated, enunciating each word.

I let out a cold laugh. "Are you drunk and talking nonsense? You’re not welcome in my home."

"I’m here to inform you, not to negotiate with you." Theodore Grant’s demeanor suddenly shifted, as if he’d become another person entirely, filled with a crazed and savage certainty...

I was so angry I laughed. "What? You think you can force me?"

Theodore Grant smiled too, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes in the slightest. "That’s not entirely out of the question."

I couldn’t help but frown. Something wasn’t right with the Theodore Grant before me.

He wasn’t the aloof, dignified Theodore Grant I was used to; instead, he had the fierce and grim aura of a desperate man with nothing to lose.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I knew that confronting Theodore Grant head-on wasn’t a good idea right now. I could only try to appease him, at least enough to prevent him from acting so recklessly, like a cornered animal in a fight to the death.

"Theodore Grant, what do you really want? You were the one who wanted a divorce, and now you’re the one who wants to get back together..."

"This whole time, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you..." Theodore Grant cut me off, his voice low. "Thinking about the first time you cooked for me, the first time you helped me get dressed and tied my tie, the first time you surprised me for my birthday..."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I’m in love with you."

I froze, my expression going blank for a second.

Theodore Grant’s gaze burned into me. "Chelsea Joyce, I’m in love with you. I’ve actually been in love with you for a very long time!"

"I was a fool. I was arrogant, thinking you would always be by my side. Perhaps because you were once so easy to have, I didn’t know how to cherish you..."

I finally snapped back to my senses, only to find the whole thing utterly ridiculous.

They say a late confession of love is cheaper than dirt.

And as for the words Theodore Grant was saying now, nothing could be more worthless...