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.

heaving with exertion. Driscoll, alarmed by her state, rushed to her side. “Do you

wave, taking deep breaths to calm the storm within.

feel a pang of sympathy. “Why put yourself through

I’m being unreasonable? Jayden showers me with affection and gives me everything I could

shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t fathom why she clung to this desire for a divorce, especially

know everything about you, Driscoll? Every

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

what I

in his eyes, offered a helpless shrug. “But Mr. Owen might not

would have clung to Jayden, endured anything. But I’ve changed. I see the cracks in my own foundation

offer her

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

is she playing?” he

maid, unfamiliar with music, fumbled nervously. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m

the issue. He lingered for a moment,