Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 644:

Jayden brushed aside Elyse’s crestfallen expression and barked out an order. She was escorted out of the garden and back inside, her movements closely monitored by the ever-present Driscoll.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Cody’s attempts to visit were politely stonewalled by the house staff. Jayden had even taken control of Elyse’s phone, effectively severing her connection to the outside world. Elyse felt like a caged bird, her freedom clipped and her spirit dampened.

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This suffocating situation cemented a gnawing truth in her gut: this wasn’t home. Home wasn’t a gilded cage; it wasn’t a place where she felt like a beautiful possession.

After a week of house arrest, her frustration reached a boiling point. Standing defiant in the biting wind of the garden, she began to play a sad melody on her violin.

Driscoll, despite his lack of musical knowledge, could feel the raw emotions pouring out of the instrument. He shuffled closer, concern etching lines on his face.

“Ms. Elyse, are you alright?”

Elyse lifted her chin, her bow weaving a passionate tapestry of sound. She was lost in her music, her notes filled with a raw, aching emotion. Every passing day twisted their connection further, leaving her utterly bewildered.

final note hung in the air as she finished the piece, her chest heaving with exertion. Driscoll, alarmed by her state, rushed to her side. “Do you need a

taking deep breaths to calm the storm

sympathy. “Why put yourself through this? Mr. Owen is who he is. He

Jayden showers me with affection and gives me everything I could ever want. Am I asking

uncomfortably. He couldn’t fathom why she clung to this desire for a divorce, especially when she had what most

cut through his discomfort. “Does your wife know everything about you, Driscoll? Every secret, every dark corner of your

each other everything. We’re partners, confidantes, a family built on trust and support. We love each other more than

what I want with

Owen might not be capable

me would have clung to Jayden, endured anything. But I’ve

only offer her a silent

the driveway. The strains of music drew him towards the garden. Elyse released a sigh, her gaze fixed on

captivated by the melody. “What is she playing?” he inquired of a maid beside

with music, fumbled nervously. “I’m sorry,

press the issue. He lingered for a moment, then asked, “Has she been