Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 8:

“Have you two ever truly loved me?” Elyse’s question caught Lanny off guard, his expression shifting abruptly. Unaware of her father’s reaction, Elyse directed her gaze towards Glenda, awaiting her response.

“Elyse, what’s gotten into you? How could you doubt our love for you? We care about you, which is why we’re suggesting you reconcile with Theo. With his family’s wealth, you’d be set for life,” Glenda responded calmly.

“But I’m married now. Do you think Theo would accept a divorced woman?” Elyse challenged Glenda, her eyes fixed on her mother’s face.

Glenda’s composure faltered, replaced by a hint of anxiety. “Who were you married to? Is he well-off?” she inquired urgently.

Elyse hesitated. Initially, she wanted to disclose her marriage to Jayden Owen, a man of considerable wealth and influence. However, observing Glenda’s anxious expression, she altered her response. “No, he’s a pauper.”

Lanny erupted in anger. “You’ve disobeyed us! End this marriage immediately!”

“No, I won’t,” Elyse declared firmly. “Since the moment you abandoned me at the wedding, I’ve reclaimed control of my life. You no longer have any say in my decisions.”

“I raised you, and this is how you repay me?” Lanny’s face flushed with anger as he unleashed his fury. He summoned Driscoll and the maids, commanding, “Lock her in the basement until she sees reason!”

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parents. They resorted to confinement to assert their authority, demanding her submission. She had bowed countless times in the past to appease them, but this time she refused

“Since she can’t marry Theo, why

couldn’t help but laugh. Mabel’s constant desire to replace her

fixed on the wall clock. It was already 11 o’clock, yet Driscoll beside him dared not say anything. The

she say she’d be back for dinner before going out?”

“She did,” Driscoll confirmed.

hasn’t she returned

reason. Did Elyse run away like Joanna?

and swiftly messaged his assistant. Within ten minutes, a response came

confined in the basement. Should we call the authorities

As Elyse’s husband, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone locking her

anger, Driscoll wisely refrained from further questions. It was evident that Elyse’s family had provoked

in a corner, her eyes shut in exhaustion. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, but her mind

felt like an eternity, the basement door creaked open, casting a beam of

her eyes struggling to

of the

with light. Her once-proud parents now cowered beside

her voice tinged with a strange sense of