Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1434:

Though her old phone was long gone, Tracy’s number was burned into her memory. Maybe Tracy would see it if she sent a message.

Elyse stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She typed a few words, only to erase them. In the end, she couldn’t express what was on her mind.

Setting the phone aside, Elyse found herself lost in thought about the woman she had seen at the mall. She was sure it had been Tracy. She knew her too well. No matter how much time had passed or how much Tracy had changed, Elyse would recognize her anywhere.

Yet the fact that Tracy had come to Cambape and chosen to act in secrecy, avoiding her entirely, made Elyse hesitate. If she reached out now, would it ruin whatever Tracy had planned?

Elyse understood that Jayden’s words made sense, but what he didn’t grasp was the depth of her feelings. She carried a heavy sorrow for Tracy, an overwhelming empathy for everything her friend had endured.

Tracy’s survival after being pushed off that cliff was miraculous. Elyse could feel the weight of her hatred, the fire of her need for revenge against those who had hurt her, and the unbearable despair that came with it.

was that empathy—her deep understanding—that kept

buried her face in her hands, clenching her

were quiet. She couldn’t bear the thought of Jayden seeing

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the sterile walls around her. She lay motionless, a shadow of the fiery woman she used to

it gently on the bedside table before sinking into the visitor’s

clouded with longing. “Shaun hasn’t visited me again today. Go

slicing through the air. A flash of bewilderment crossed his face. He struggled to make sense of her

with Shaun—so consumed by her obsession that she had nearly ruined his wedding. And Lowell? He’d been complicit, swept up in her frenzy, convincing himself that if her reckless

and Dolores nursing wounds from a reckless car crash. Her obsession felt off-kilter, almost grotesque. Could this even be called love? Or was it something darker,

them stretched thin until Dolores’s frown deepened.