Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 643:

Elyse’s eyes widened in shock, her heart hammering against her ribs. Instinctively, she shot up. “How’d you find me? Were you stalking me?”

Jayden ignored her, his icy gaze locking on Pearce. The warmth drained from Jayden’s face, replaced by a chilling frost.

“So he’s the reason for the divorce request,” a humorless laugh escaped his clenched teeth, sending shivers down Elyse’s spine.

“It’s not what you think,” Elyse interjected, desperate to clear the air.

But her words were cut short as Jayden’s grip tightened around her wrist, effectively yanking her back to his side. His deep eyes, devoid of warmth, drilled into hers. “Not another word for him,” he growled, the threat barely veiled.

The blood drained from Elyse’s face. She stood frozen, terrified that even a single word would ignite his fury.

Witnessing Jayden’s possessiveness, Pearce’s resolve hardened. This man was no good for Elyse. With a grim set to his jaw, Pearce stood. “If you can’t make her happy, maybe you don’t deserve her. She has every right to divorce you.”

Jayden’s jaw clenched tightly. “What did you just say?”

“I’ll deliver the divorce papers myself,” Pearce continued, his voice unwavering. “If you truly love her, let her go.”

room thick enough to cut with a knife. Both men, towering figures of the business world,

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human buffer. One was her husband, the other her cousin.

Elyse pleaded with Pearce, “Please, just

brow furrowed. “Aren’t

heavy with resignation. “We can talk later. Please,

softened as well. He had underestimated the depth of her feelings for Jayden, but her wish to leave

tremor in her voice, Elyse

silent concession. “Fine. But don’t hurt her,

soon as the door shut behind Pearce, his weary gaze shifted to Elyse. “You really want to divorce me that

head away, her lips

“Talk to me. What’s the reason? Did Pearce put something in your head? Do you want to run off with him?” His voice rose with each

had enough. “You don’t want a divorce? Fine. Then tell me everything. Your past, everything. If you

disbelief etched across his face. “A divorce over something so

retorted, her voice rising. “Is that all this is to you? We can’t have a real conversation! There’s a wall around your heart,

welled up in her eyes. “How can you possibly love me if your heart’s

helplessness seeped through. “You’re already in my heart. What more