On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 131: Theodore Grant Takes the Stab

The moment Clara Langley’s voice fell, two brutish, menacing thugs shot out from a corner.

My face was tight with anxiety as I looked at Theodore Grant. "Don’t worry about me, just run!"

Theodore Grant was outnumbered and no match for these desperadoes. If he got out, he might be able to call the police and save me. But if he got trapped here too, we’d really be finished!

Theodore Grant froze, his gaze burning as he stared at me. "I’m not leaving you here alone!"

’My vision went black—how could this man be so stupid at a time like this!’

Just then, the two thugs exchanged a look. One raised his eyebrows at the other, who then lifted his foot and aimed a kick at Theodore Grant.

Theodore Grant dodged instinctively, winding up and landing a heavy punch on his opponent’s chin!

But the other man flew in with a kick to Theodore Grant’s ribs.

Theodore Grant couldn’t help but curl up, his brow furrowed in pain as he dropped to one knee.

Seizing the opportunity, the two thugs swarmed him, pinning him to the ground. They pulled out a rope and tied him up tightly.

Despair washed over me as I watched them drag Theodore Grant over. His custom-tailored suit was smeared with filth from the floor, and he was a complete mess.

"HAHAHA, what a pair of lovesick fools!" Clara Langley roared with laughter. She suddenly grabbed Theodore Grant by the collar, her face contorted with rage. "Theodore Grant, who are you putting on this act of undying love for? You didn’t show an ounce of mercy when you abandoned Chelsea Joyce!"

"I hate that I ever believed your damn lies! You make me sick!"

"I think *you’re* the disgusting one!" Clara Langley sneered, abruptly letting go of his collar as if she’d touched something filthy. "If I’d known you had a low sperm count, why would I have gone to such great lengths to plot everything? I even orchestrated things to anger Chelsea Joyce’s mother to death, all just to make her divorce you!"

"What did you say?" Theodore Grant’s expression went blank for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

"Theodore Grant, you really are an idiot. You’re still completely in the dark. How could I ever have fallen for a loser like you!" Clara Langley shook her head, her face full of disgust. "Tsk, only Chelsea Joyce would treat you like a treasure, even taking ovulation-inducing drugs just to increase her chances of getting pregnant..."

Theodore Grant turned his head to look at me, his eyes filled with guilt and heartache.

I pressed my lips together and turned away, avoiding his gaze.

’If this were before, I would have been desperate for Theodore Grant to find out the truth and beg for my forgiveness.’

But now—

’I don’t care anymore!’

Watching them go at it like dogs, I should have been enjoying the show. But I knew that even if Theodore Grant won this argument, it would probably just drag me down with him and get me killed even faster!

"What? Feeling sorry for her already?" Clara Langley’s eyes were filled with a crazed, vicious light. "Then let me tell you something even more exciting, so you can die knowing the full truth!"

"Do you know whose bastard is in Chelsea Joyce’s belly?"

Theodore Grant snapped his gaze back to Clara Langley, glaring at her so viciously he looked like he wanted to lunge forward and tear her apart with his bare hands.

"Speaking of which, it’s all because of that old good-for-nothing, Vincent Lombard. He promised he’d found two men to ’take care of’ Chelsea Joyce, but they got stood up at the last minute. Who knows what bastard beat them to it..."

"Clara Langley, I’m going to kill you!" Theodore Grant snarled, his eyes bulging with rage. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"HAHAHA, kill me? Don’t worry, I’ll be sending you on your way first!"

"Clara Langley, if you dare touch a single hair on her head today, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death!" Theodore Grant said, glaring at her coldly.

Clara Langley acted as if she’d just heard a joke. "You’re like a clay idol crossing a river—you can’t even save yourself, yet you’re still worried about this bitch, Chelsea Joyce!"

"Fine!" she sneered, her expression venomous. "Then today, I’ll grant you both your wish!"

"Turn on the mixer! Throw them both in and grind them into pulp!"

Just then, the roar of machinery echoed through the air. The dusty, abandoned factory filled with foul smoke, and I couldn’t stop myself from coughing.

One of the thugs pulled me up roughly, a cold expression on his face, and postured as if to throw me into the mixer.

I struggled with every ounce of my strength. In that moment, the will to survive overcame everything else!

But the difference in strength between a man and a woman was too great, and I was dragged forward, step by step. Just as I reached the mixer, Theodore Grant suddenly charged forward and slammed into the man, knocking him away!

Caught completely off guard, the man tumbled headfirst into the mixer!

"AHHHHH!" For a moment, a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the abandoned workshop.

By the time the other thug pulled him out, half of the man’s arm had been twisted into a mangled pulp!

"Chelsea, run!" Theodore Grant stumbled back, shielding me behind him. "Run! Don’t look back!"

Seeing the remaining thug striding toward us with a murderous look on his face, I didn’t have time to think. I just turned and ran for the exit.

"Chelsea Joyce, where do you think you’re going!"

But just as I was about to escape the abandoned factory, Clara Langley caught up to me. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it back hard!

I let out a muffled groan of pain. With my body bound by ropes, I couldn’t keep my balance and fell backward uncontrollably.

Just as I was about to hit the ground, I pushed up with my hands, which were tied behind my back, to cushion the impact. Even so, a piercing pain shot through my lower abdomen...

Clara Langley’s face was a mask of fury. In her hand, she brandished a dagger that glinted coldly. "Chelsea Joyce, go to hell!"

’My baby, Mommy can’t protect you...’

But the pain I expected from a dagger plunging into my chest never came. I instinctively opened my eyes, only to see that Theodore Grant had somehow rushed over and was standing right in front of me!

Clara Langley, who clearly hadn’t expected Theodore Grant to be able to intervene, jerked her hand back, her face a mask of terror.

Theodore Grant let out a grunt and collapsed straight to the ground.

And his back—

—had a dagger sticking out of it!

"Theodore Grant!"

I screamed his name in disbelief, watching a crimson flower of blood bloom on his white shirt!

"Chelsea, I’m sorry," Theodore Grant managed to say.

"Don’t talk..." Seeing the blood gushing from the wound on his back, I panicked. But with the ropes binding me, there was nothing I could do!

"I’m afraid I won’t get another chance..." Theodore Grant gave a miserable smile, his lips completely drained of color.

By now, Clara Langley had recovered from her shock. Her face was twisted in a savage expression; Theodore Grant taking the blow for me seemed to have driven her completely over the edge.

"HAHAHA, how touching! So moving it could shake the heavens! In that case, I’ll grant your wish! Throw them both into the mixer!"