On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 91: The Child Is Not His

The words had barely left my brother’s mouth when a vicious kick sent him flying two or three meters. He landed in a crumpled heap, clutching his stomach in agony.

I stared at my brother, my face a mask of disbelief as tears streamed down my cheeks.

When I first heard my brother say, "You’re the one who killed our mom," I mostly felt wronged and heartbroken.

But now—

I was in so much pain, I’d gone numb.

Wiping the tears from my face, I did my best to keep my voice from trembling. "Senior Forrest, let’s go."

With that, I turned and walked away.

When I reached the elevator, Sebastian Forrest stepped past me to press the button. My back brushed against his warm, solid chest, and his heat seeped into me, bit by bit.

Maybe it was that small bit of warmth from behind, but I finally broke. Tears streamed from my chin as I squatted on the floor, hugging my arms and sobbing. The heart-wrenching sound echoed in the silent hallway, as if I was trying to unleash every last bit of my emotion.

Sebastian Forrest watched me with a deep gaze for a few seconds before crouching beside me, his large hand stroking my hair again and again.

DING!

The elevator doors chimed open. I wiped my tears away completely, took a deep breath, and stood up to get inside.

We rode in silence.

I stared out the car window, my heart a barren wasteland.

’Was Mom’s death really my fault?’

’No!’

’It wasn’t like that!’

’Maybe I used to blame myself, too. I blamed myself for being a poor judge of character, for falling for someone like Theodore Grant and causing Mom to die with regrets.’

’But now I know it was all Clara Langley’s deliberate doing!’

’She approached my brother on purpose, and she started those rumors with Theodore Grant on purpose.’

’And the wedding later on... that was probably her doing, too.’

’She’s the one who killed my mother!’

’And the only reason she did it all was to force me to divorce Theodore Grant!’

’She wants to take my place!’

’What an absurd reason!’

Just as my thoughts were running wild, the car’s hands-free phone suddenly rang.

I instinctively glanced over. When I saw the name "Jude Miller" on the display, I straightened up and quickly looked at Sebastian Forrest.

Sebastian Forrest answered the call.

"Hello..."

"I found something. Figured I should tell you," Jude Miller’s voice was low.

"Go on."

"I was just checking the surveillance footage and found that Clara Langley came to our department. She asked Mrs. Joyce’s attending physician about certain medical contraindications..."

My heart clenched. I felt like a crucial piece of the puzzle was about to fall into place.

Sebastian Forrest glanced at me, his lips tight, then asked in a heavy tone, "So, Clara Langley knew Mrs. Joyce couldn’t handle any agitation, right?"

"Correct." Jude Miller’s voice was hesitant. "I’m starting to think that Clara Langley is targeting your Joyce. And that time at the banquet when she was..."

"Okay, I get it." Sebastian Forrest cut him off. "I’m hanging up."

"Hey, I’m not done talking, you—"

But before Jude Miller could finish, Sebastian Forrest had already hung up.

I frowned, wondering which banquet Jude Miller had been talking about, when Sebastian Forrest suddenly said, "It’s basically confirmed. Clara Langley knew your mother couldn’t handle any shocks. She approached your brother with an ulterior motive from the very beginning."

I took a deep breath, but my chest felt so tight it was hard to breathe, as if something was lodged in it.

’Clara Langley!’

The name alone made my stomach churn, and I clapped a hand over my mouth, fighting a wave of nausea.

"What’s wrong? Are you going to be sick?"

Sebastian Forrest slammed on the brakes, earning a chorus of angry horns from the cars behind us. He ignored them, flicked on his turn signal, and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He lowered the window, and a cool breeze washed over me, dispelling the nausea.

"Drink some water." Sebastian Forrest handed me a bottle of mineral water.

"Thanks." I took it and had a sip. "I’m okay. Much better now..."

Sebastian Forrest rested his elbow on the steering wheel, his dark eyes fixed on me. "What do you want to do?"

I glanced at him, knowing he was asking how I planned to deal with Clara Langley.

’I already have the recording of her affair with Vincent Lombard, as well as proof that the child she’s carrying is his.’

’All I have to do is throw this evidence in Theodore Grant’s face, and Clara Langley’s perfect little plan will be ruined!’

’But I want more than that!’

’Clara Langley schemed and killed my mother. I’ll make her pay for it with her own blood!’

’Besides, there are still ten days before the divorce is finalized.’

’The day my divorce from Theodore Grant is finalized is the very same day he gets engaged to Clara Langley!’

’She’ll think she’s the happiest woman in the world, won’t she?’

’I’ll make her taste what it’s like to fall from heaven into hell!’

When I remained silent, Sebastian Forrest’s voice deepened slightly. "Whatever you want to do, just do it. I’ve got your back."

I looked up at him, but instead of answering, I asked, "Did you get an invitation to Clara Langley and Theodore Grant’s engagement party?"

’Clara Langley has always been flashy and extravagant. Now that she’s finally getting back together with her first love, Theodore Grant, she’ll want to shout it from the rooftops!’

A corner of Sebastian Forrest’s mouth lifted into a sarcastic smile; he clearly understood what I was getting at. "Yes, I did."

"Then we’ll deal with it on that day."

"All right. Whatever you say."

...

「In the blink of an eye, it was time for my follow-up appointment at the hospital.」

I was just over two months pregnant, but maybe because I was too thin, I wasn’t showing at all.

I had planned to go to the hospital by myself, but Chloe Miller had actually set a reminder on her phone. She called me the day before to say she’d taken the day off to come with me to my prenatal appointment.

When we got to the hospital, Chloe Miller told me to wait on a bench while she went to check in and get my number.

I was just scrolling through my phone out of boredom when I heard an all-too-familiar voice.

"Oh, Theodore, hold on to me! What if I fall?"

My heart seized, and I instinctively turned away. ’Speak of the devil.’

’To think I’d run into Clara Langley and Theodore Grant here!’

’I’d run into Clara Langley by chance at Kington University Hospital before, so this time I deliberately chose a hospital closer to home. I never thought I’d run into them here, too!’

"Do you think the baby’s all right? Ever since you took me for that test, my stomach has been feeling uncomfortable..."

"Don’t worry, the baby will be fine," Theodore Grant said, his lips tight as he carefully supported Clara Langley.

This was a marked change from Theodore Grant’s obviously dismissive attitude the last time I saw them together.

’It was probably because of that prenatal paternity test. Now, Theodore Grant was paying much more attention to the child in Clara Langley’s belly.’

A cold smirk played on my lips. ’Too bad the child isn’t his.’