Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 415:

A chill nipped at Freda as she spotted Theo through the glass doors of the music hall. Theo, clad in a brown overcoat and sporting gold-rimmed glasses, stood before Freda amidst the brisk morning air.

It was a new look for Theo, catching Freda off guard momentarily, softening the edge of her resentment. Mustering a facade of composure, she asked, her voice deliberately cool, “Did you drag me here just to see Elyse? That’s just offensive.”

Theo glanced at Freda and said indifferently, “If you don’t want to see her, you can leave.”

His tone stung. Freda hadn’t expected such a dismissal.

“Theo,” she pleaded, “even if you don’t feel the same, there’s no need to treat me like this. You know how I feel about you. Why can’t you be decent?”

She’d swallowed her pride for him. Why couldn’t he see her worth? She was certain Theo knew of her feelings.

Theo picked up his phone and snapped a photo of Elyse’s poster. With an air of indifference, he uttered, “You know who I like. Why can’t you just give up on me?”

Freda’s face turned pale, and she found herself at a loss for words.

Theo’s sneer deepened as he tossed a ticket at her. “Here. Up to you if you join me or not. Just don’t complain to my mom later.”

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anger simmered. “So, this whole charade

date?” Theo’s voice

herself utterly

look. He

crumpled tightly in her grasp, her nails

up, walk away with her head held high, and thoroughly end

didn’t even have the courage to rip the ticket

struggle, Freda found herself entering the music hall, a

Freda noticed Theo already

of surprise crossed his face but vanished just as quickly. He offered no greeting, his expression as cold as

under

of emotions churning within her. Confusion gnawed at her. Why was she doing this? She wasn’t starved for attention. Beautiful and wealthy, she had her pick of suitors, yet here she was, groveling

her nail, unconvinced. She chose to believe this was more about possessiveness, a burning desire to win. Jealousy consumed her—how dare

performance began, but Freda paid no mind to the music. Her mind was solely

see what made this woman so