Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1465:

Tess’s face crumpled, her voice a mixture of heartbreak and indignation. “Why do you cling so tightly to those memories? Did I never do anything good for you? Have you forgotten all my kindness?”

Jayden’s voice carried a bitter edge as he asked, “Kindness? Is that what you call it? I remember coming home as a child, eager to see you. But you were already expecting Bryce. You and Dad were completely absorbed in him, counting down the days to his birth, barely noticing I was even there. All I wanted was a hug, but you recoiled, treating me like I was a bad omen that might somehow…”

Tess struggled to find the right words, her emotions rising as Jayden’s anger continued to burn. “You pushed me away, and Dad slapped me so hard I hit the floor. He called me a jinx and said I should never have come back. And you? You just stood there smiling, like none of it mattered.”

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the space between them. “Didn’t you realize, after that day, I stopped wanting to come home altogether?”

Tess furrowed her brows, struggling to piece together the distant memory. The details eluded her, perhaps because she had never thought them worth remembering.

chest, her voice rising in indignation. “Bryce is your younger brother, Jayden! How

Is that really all you see?” His expression turned hollow, like a dying ember extinguishing

you were a child. Bryce has always been the forgiving one, the

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spoke again, his voice was soft but unyielding. “I never wanted to be your son. From the moment I severed all ties with the Owen clan,

face paled as she tried to comprehend his resolute tone. Desperation seeped into her voice as she pleaded, “How can you be so ungrateful? Everything your father and I did was

why didn’t you ever come to see me? Aside from the

you. We thought, with time, you’d come to understand our good intentions. But instead, you see us as

head. “Enemies? No, you’re not my enemies. To call you that would be giving you too much credit. Enemies are equals—worthy of