Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 197:

On the following morning, Elyse woke up feeling stiff and sore all over. Descending the stairs, she noticed Jayden was nowhere to be seen and inquired, “Is Jayden in the study?”

Driscoll shook his head and offered her a glass of water. “He left early this morning. Do you need him for something important?”

Pausing her hand from massaging her waist, Elyse gave an awkward smile and replied, “No, it was just a casual question.” She drank the water quickly and then moved to the dining room for breakfast. After eating, she grabbed her violin case and headed off to the rehearsal room.

Upon arriving, Elyse immediately felt a shift in the atmosphere. The other members seemed to regard her with unusual expressions, which left her puzzled. As she was tuning her violin, an object dropped from the stand beside her. She picked it up, handing it back to its owner, who snatched it quickly and retreated from her.

This strange behavior only deepened Elyse’s confusion. Why were they acting so distant and wary around her? When Freddy walked in, he immediately noticed the tension surrounding Elyse. With a serious demeanor, he approached her and said, “Come out for a moment. I have something to tell you.”

Elyse stood and followed him out of the room. Once outside, Freddy shared his concerns. “You’ve been targeted by Vicky. She sent a message in the group chat of our orchestra last night urging everyone to isolate you. Vicky is quite influential here, and nobody wants to cross her.” Freddy’s face was etched with worry.

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at a loss for words, and for a moment, they just looked at each other in silence. Darren approached them, breaking

don’t mind as long

a bit distant, and I thought she wasn’t a bad person. It seems I was mistaken. Let it go. Let’s get back to practice.

came to terms with the situation. She didn’t dwell on Vicky’s machinations. What truly mattered to Elyse was her performance and winning the

isolated Elyse, she seems to be practicing on her own as if nothing is unusual,” someone said on the

a flicker of frustration crossed Vicky’s face. “And what about her friends? Are they distancing themselves from her?” she asked sharply, her tone

They haven’t heeded your call at all. They’re

The previous evening’s request to Abram for the competition video replayed in her mind, a move driven by a sudden nagging doubt about her own superiority. It was the first time she had scrutinized her rival’s performance post-competition, and the realization that dawned was chilling: had Elyse not faltered, the first-place trophy might have been Elyse’s. This single thought muddled Vicky’s

felt a crack in her armor. The specter of Elyse, an enigma wrapped in modesty, loomed large, unsettling her. That night, as shadows crept across her walls, Vicky wrestled with a gnawing unease that clung tighter than a second skin. Why wasn’t Elyse anxious or afraid? Did Elyse not see her as a worthy opponent? The thought rankled Vicky, fueling her

what Vicky did, Elyse remained steadfast in her resolve. Just then, the door to the office swung open,

You can come back later,” she said

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quite concerned about her. Though I’ve heard she’s

anger at the insinuation. “I’m just here to talk to you. You