Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1722:

A bitter laugh nearly escaped his lips. The woman he’d loved for three months—the one who had seemed so perfect—was actually Tracy, harboring a deep-seated vendetta against him. The revelation felt like a scene ripped from a horror movie.

And the true twist of the knife? Tracy was pregnant.

His mind spun with the implications of the child growing within her. The more he dwelled on it, the clearer it became—Tracy’s pregnancy was far more complex than Dolores’s scandal. The latter he could contain, like a lid on a boiling pot.

As for Tracy, he didn’t know how to deal with her.

Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, two hours slipped away before Lowell suddenly remembered Dolores. Time to check on her again.

Upon returning to the room, he found Dolores sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully beneath the covers.

A thick, acrid scent hung in the air like a cloud. His eyes fell on the trash can, where several used condoms lay discarded. His expression darkened to thunder.

at peace, a

awake. Her eyes fluttered open

commanded, his voice arctic. “You’re going to the hospital for an examination. You spent hours with multiple men, and there are only five or six condoms in

half-asleep, Dolores mumbled, “Did some guys do it

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turned to stone,

he spoke in a voice like arctic wind. “Dolores, I’m telling you to get dressed and come with me to the

I’ll get up. Just

pinned her with a steely

crawled by before Dolores emerged, looking fresh as morning dew. Sliding into Lowell’s car, she caught sight of his thunderous expression and frowned. “What’s

must face the consequences of their actions. You’re no different. When

waved her hand dismissively. “I was just letting loose, blowing off steam. Don’t make such a big deal out of it. Besides, as long

lips.