Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1717:

Jayden effortlessly dodged, countering the move with a swift step to the side. “My car’s outside,” he called out to Tracy, never breaking his focus on Lowell. “Get in. The driver will take you away.”

Tracy nodded, her expression set, and without hesitation, she moved toward the exit, leaving the scene behind.

“Stop! Tracy, don’t you dare leave!” Lowell’s voice cracked with fury as he shouted after her. But she didn’t even falter. Lowell lunged forward, intent on catching up, but Jayden stepped into his path again, blocking him with ease.

“Don’t bother,” Jayden said, his tone calm, almost amused. “She’s been planning to make things difficult for you from the start. Before you worry about her, maybe you should deal with me first.” He gave a faint, almost smug smile.

Lowell’s face drained of color as realization hit him. “Are you telling me you knew all along that Tracy was spying on me, pretending to be my girlfriend… and you didn’t say anything?” His voice was a mix of disbelief and growing anger.

Jayden feigned innocence, raising his hands in mock defense. “Don’t blame me for things I didn’t do. Elyse and I only found out a couple of days ago. Before that, we had no idea.”

laugh. “You really expect me to believe

believe me or

matter how he tried to twist it. Tracy was pregnant with his child. And now, he was left with the mess of figuring out how to

the street. She spotted a car parked with its hazard lights flashing, and without a second thought, she walked over to it. She opened the door, slid inside, and shut it behind her, letting out a long sigh of relief as the

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: g⸮𝗮𝗅⸮𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸮ⅽ⸮𝗈𝗆

herself to relax, a sudden chill ran down her spine. She turned sharply, her breath

back seat, arms crossed,

She felt the weight of the betrayal settle in—she knew she’d

to bear the suffocating silence, Tracy reached for the door handle, desperate to escape. But the door didn’t budge. It was

sighed softly, her voice gentle yet firm. “Where do you think you can run to? You’re

lips quivered, her voice barely steady. “How… how did you know I was

prenatal checkup happens to be owned by a close friend of mine. He was