Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1714:

Lowell’s expression twisted as conflicting emotions warred within him. This revelation—this cruel, bewildering twist of fate—left him reeling.

Seeing his turmoil, Tracy tilted her head, her voice light, almost playful. “Aren’t you forgetting something? There’s still another surprise. Don’t you want to find it?”

Lowell was momentarily stunned, but his mind latched onto the distraction. He began searching the living room, his movements stiff, his thoughts a whirlwind. Then, in the corner, he spotted a bag. A neatly wrapped gift. His fingers felt numb as he opened it. And then—his world tilted. His face drained of color as he stared at the contents.

An ultrasound report. His voice came out in a strangled gasp. “You’re… pregnant?”

Tracy’s eyes twinkled with unmistakable delight. She clasped her hands together, swaying slightly. “Take a good look. Our baby is growing strong and healthy.”

“I don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, but with our resources, we can provide for either, can’t we?”

the report tightened as a storm of emotions churned inside him. He swallowed hard, struggling to

her face. She let out a low, chilling laugh. “Get rid of it? No way. That’s not going to happen. This baby…

shock slammed into Lowell. His hands trembled as he stared at her. “What?” His voice was barely more than a breath.

sister were merciless. That cliff was treacherous—towering above the

packed with great

that day flashed before his eyes—so vivid, so raw, it felt like it was happening all over again. For just a fraction of a second, a flicker of pain crossed his face. But it was fleeting—quickly buried beneath layers of

a hand on her abdomen, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the madness gleaming in her eyes. A strange tenderness laced her voice as she spoke. “But none of that matters. You all may have tried to kill me, but what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger. And I’m happy

will be part of the

moment, clarity struck Lowell—Tracy’s actions weren’t driven by love, but by pure, seething hatred. She despised his

felt light, almost dizzy. Still, he forced himself to think. He needed to make a decision—not just for himself, but for

After a long pause, he finally spoke. “We should go to the hospital and terminate the pregnancy. This child cannot be