Chapter 314 She Is Mrs. Windsor Again
After getting back to Evergreen City, Sarah had this plan to stock up on clothes for Jacob for the next few years. She wanted him to have new outfits from her every year. She also thought about grabbing some books for him. With Oliver probably getting a new wife down the line, he might not pay as much attention to Jacob.
Sarah still had some cash left, and she planned to give it to Olivia to save for Jacob. Just in case anything went wrong, she didn't want Jacob to suffer. He was her son, and she was always worried about him.
That night, she came down with a fever, but luckily, it went away later.
It wasn't until early morning that Oliver finally showed up, smelling faintly of Isabelle's perfume. She also noticed a kiss mark on the back of his neck.
She thought, 'Is he doing this to punish me? Too bad, I'm dying.'
It was already 9 AM, just an hour before they were supposed to register their marriage.
Sarah said softly, "I'm going to change clothes."
Then Oliver grabbed her wrist. He stared into her eyes and asked, "Don't you have any questions?"
Sarah gave a sad smile, "Does it matter if I ask or not? If you didn't want to cheat, you wouldn't have gone out. Since you did, why make me ask?"
Hearing her words, Oliver let go of her hand. Sarah hurried to the walk-in closet. She took ten minutes to change into a proper outfit and even put on some light makeup to cover her sickly look, making her appear a bit better.
Suddenly, her lower abdomen started to hurt. She clutched her abdomen and leaned against the door, the pain almost making her forget to breathe.
Outside the closet, she could hear Oliver's impatient footsteps and his annoyed voice, "What's taking so long?"
Sarah felt a bit better. She closed the door behind her and, with her back against it, said in a trembling voice, "Almost done, just changing clothes."
Luckily, Oliver didn't suspect anything.
After a while, the pain eased up, and Sarah opened the door and walked out.
Oliver frowned; her face was pale and looked terrible. But their relationship was so strained, he couldn't bring himself to say anything caring. They took the car to register their marriage.
No wedding ring, no ceremony, and Sarah became Mrs. Windsor again. This was Oliver's way of humiliating her.
That night was supposed to be their wedding night, but he still didn't come home. Sarah stayed alone in the presidential suite. She sat quietly on the couch, watching the evening news. The huge LCD screen cast a blue light on her face. On it, Oliver's scandal was being broadcasted.
Tonight, he was with a tall, beautiful actress. The reporters caught them passionately kissing in the elevator.
Sarah thought, 'He won't be coming back tonight. He'll have a steamy night, which is kind of a relief for me!'
Sarah didn't care about Oliver's flings with other women because her abdominal pain was becoming more frequent, each time more intense and severe.
Sometimes, the pain was so bad she rolled on the floor. She needed to buy painkillers.
Late at night, the streets of Vesper City were freezing. Sarah wrapped herself in a coat but was still shivering. She knew it was because of her illness; she wasn't usually this sensitive to the cold.
The streets were lined with various pharmacies. Sarah found a 24-hour one and walked into the brightly lit place. She went straight to the cashier and asked for two boxes of painkillers. The cashier didn't even look up and said, "Without a doctor's prescription, I can't give you the medication."
Sarah placed two thick stacks of cash, totaling twenty thousand dollars, on the counter.
The cashier was stunned. She looked around, then quickly took the money and put it into the bill counter. Every bill was genuine.
Sarah's lips were pale, "Can twenty thousand dollars buy a prescription?"
"Yes! Of course!" the cashier put the money away, avoiding the cameras, and took out five boxes of medication for Sarah, "Three extra boxes, consider them a gift from me! But you can only take two pills a day. If it doesn't help, you need to go to the hospital. After all, the illness needs to be treated, not just the pain. You don't seem to be short on money!"
Sarah gave a faint smile. She unwrapped the five boxes and carefully put them into her handbag.
The cashier laughed, "Why are you acting like a spy? By the way, you seem like a Southerner. Southerners are the most generous, always using cash instead of cards."
Sarah's smile grew fainter, "I lost my phone."
She had no intention of chatting. The light above her cast a long shadow. In just two days, she had lost a lot of weight, and her silhouette looked desolate and empty.
Sarah walked out of the pharmacy, greeted by a gust of night wind. She stood in the wind, coughing, not expecting to run into Oliver.
The luxury car that once carried them was now carrying him and a beautiful actress. They were probably heading to a hotel.
Sarah stood quietly, her face expressionless.
It was as if the brief glimpse of him wasn't even her husband, as if his infidelity or womanizing didn't bother her at all.
The car drove away, and Sarah looked away, ready to return to the hotel. But the car suddenly reversed and came back. Until Oliver's face appeared in front of her.
In the biting night wind, they stared at each other through the car window.
He had a beautiful woman by his side, while she was alone. However, today was their remarriage day.
After a long while, Oliver spoke, "Get out of the car!"
The actress was stunned, "Mr. Windsor?"
Oliver, always with a bad temper, coldly repeated, "Get out of the car!"
The actress angrily opened the car door and got out. Then she looked at Sarah, guessing she was Oliver's wife. Her eyes showed sharp hostility, "Someone like you can't keep a man like Mr. Windsor."
Sarah acted as if she hadn't heard. She walked forward, not intending to get in the car.
Oliver opened the car door, quickly walked a few steps, and grabbed her wrist, "What are you doing? Are you making a fuss?"
When he said this, he actually felt a bit excited.