Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1588:

“Of course you can react,” Brook replied, his voice sharp as winter frost. “But we can also ask you to leave. I’m serious, Corrie. If you don’t want to be here, just go. No one’s forcing you to stay.”

Corrie’s face transformed into a battlefield of emotions before she finally managed to wrestle them into submission.

Elyse, feeding off Corrie’s barely-contained rage like a shark scenting blood, felt her own satisfaction rise.

She caught Camille’s eye as the latter studied the wine list, deliberately pointing to the priciest bottles. “Let’s get these.”

Camille’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Four bottles? Are you sure? That’s a lot of wine.”

Elyse waved off the concern with a dismissive laugh that cut through the air. “Oh, please. Four bottles is nothing.”

Camille, realizing Corrie would be the one hemorrhaging money for their expensive taste, saw no reason to object and placed the order with barely concealed glee.

arrived moments

bottles, but the crown jewels of the restaurant’s collection, each worth

shadow fell across her features, dark thunder gathering

rage threatened to erupt, but the echo of

bitter medicine, she swallowed her mounting

like a fine vintage, poured Elyse’s glass with

toast to their small victory as they sipped

evening blossomed into

others melted into their chairs, wrapped in the warm blanket of satisfaction and easy conversation, Corrie sat apart from their

pressed against her like a physical weight, each burst of laughter another stone on her

𝓵α𝓽𝓔𝓼𝓉 с𝖍𝖆ρ𝗍𝓮𝗋𝓈 𝗀α𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝖑𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆

in her gut like a knife, their happiness a mockery of

the pressure

her chair scraping against the floor