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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submission. She had bowed countless times in the past to

can’t marry Theo, why not let me? We won’t lose anything

but laugh. Mabel’s constant desire to

living room, Jayden sat, his gaze fixed on the wall clock. It was already 11 o’clock, yet Driscoll beside him dared not

for dinner before going

“She did,” Driscoll confirmed.

hasn’t

of the real reason. Did Elyse run away like Joanna? He dared not speculate, choosing instead

assistant. Within ten minutes, a response came through. “She’s really useless; she’s locked in a basement,”

taken aback. “She is confined in the basement. Should we call

his eyes ablaze with fury. As Elyse’s husband, he wouldn’t tolerate anyone locking her

Jayden’s simmering anger, Driscoll wisely refrained from further questions. It was evident

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

what felt like an eternity, the basement door creaked open, casting a beam of light into the darkness. Several figures entered; their

flinch, her eyes struggling to adjust. “Who

Ms. Lloyd,” one of the figures said. Jayden had come to

with assistance, finding the villa ablaze with light. Her once-proud parents now cowered beside Jayden; their demeanor

called out, her voice tinged with a strange sense of