Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1745:noveldrama

Bertha spoke sharply, her impatience clear. “Are you going to help, or will you just keep making excuses? After all this endless talking, it’s clear you have no intention of helping Mitchel. Why waste your breath pretending otherwise? And then you even turn around and blame us for not helping you!”

Corrie’s frustration erupted into a scream. “Is that really what I mean? Why is it that you never understand me? Are you deliberately acting clueless, or do you truly not get it?”

Bertha, still brimming with impatience, snapped back. “Fine, if you refuse to help Mitchel, so be it. But you must marry Brook. The Owen family has wealth and influence. Can you really let such a good opportunity slip away?”

Corrie’s voice trembled with emotion. “You just don’t understand. Brook is constantly surrounded by women. Every time I drive one away, another appears to take her place!”

Bertha’s irritation grew. “Then find a way to make sure his heart belongs to you alone. Do you have any idea how much our family has gained from your marriage to him? Your life has improved beyond recognition because we secured this match for you.”

Corrie’s composure suddenly cracked. “And then what? Am I supposed to handle everything alone from here on out?”

Bertha’s tone turned cold, her displeasure clear. “When have we ever left you to fend for yourself? Didn’t we arrange a perfectly good marriage for you? Brook is exceptional. If you can’t win his heart, that’s your failing—not ours.”

Something inside Corrie gave way. Her mother’s words struck a nerve, shattering something fragile within her. Without another word, she ended the call, her hand trembling as she set the phone down. Sitting in her car, she stared blankly ahead.

She couldn’t quite grasp what was happening to her. It felt as though her soul had slipped free from her body, leaving her hollow and weightless, floating somewhere beyond reach. The world outside blurred, time rushing past like a cold, merciless wind. In that strange, suspended moment, every sound faded, and the presence of the world around her dissolved into nothingness. She existed, but it no longer felt as though she belonged to this world.

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She had no sense of how much time had passed, but slowly, she reclaimed control over her trembling limbs. She drove home in silence, then sat alone in the dark, her teeth sinking into her lower lip until it stung. Over and over, she whispered to herself.

Corrie muttered to herself, “I will find a way. No one will stand between me and marrying into the Owen family—not even Brook!”

At his office, Lowell sat at his desk, his gaze fixed blankly on the documents before him. His work was done. In the past, he would have already left for home, eager to see Tracy.

Even though she always hesitated to reveal herself in the light, they would meet in the darkness. Strangely, when he held her in that quiet space, it never felt unnatural. Instead, it felt comforting. It was a warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced within his home.

Over time, he came to understand that the warmth he longed for wasn’t just physical—it was the warmth of two people holding each other, offering solace, support, and an unspoken sense of belonging.

The exhaustion of his workday would gradually dissolve in her embrace, replaced by a calmness he had never known.

He never imagined himself capable of such sentimentality. Love and tenderness had once seemed like luxuries of the poor—things he had regarded with quiet disdain.

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