Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1513:

Dread gripped Elyse’s heart as she abandoned her half-eaten lunch. “Driscoll!” she called out sharply. “Get the car ready! We must reach Shaun at once!”

Sensing the gravity in her voice, Driscoll sprang into action without hesitation.

Yet when they arrived, the scene before them was surprisingly mundane—just a couple standing quietly at Shaun’s doorstep. As Elyse approached, her eyes caught sight of a third figure—Dolores, seated in her wheelchair.

The moment Dolores spotted Elyse, rage twisted her features as she snarled, “What are you doing here?”

Dolores’s parents gazed at Elyse with vacant expressions, no spark of recognition in their eyes. Time had blurred their memories of her to a single snapshot—Shaun and Tracy’s wedding ceremony from a year ago.

Dismissing Dolores with cool indifference, Elyse addressed the couple directly. “What brings you to my house?”noveldrama

“What do you mean ‘your house’? This is obviously Shaun’s place!” Dolores countered loudly.

A knowing smile ghosted across Elyse’s lips. “Perhaps you should have investigated beyond simply tracking down Shaun’s location. The deed might surprise you.”

Without waiting to see the impact of her words on their bewildered faces, Elyse retrieved her phone and dialed Shaun.

“Enough hiding,” she commanded, her voice sharp with impatience. “I’m here now. Show yourself!”

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Her words stirred movement within, and Shaun emerged grudgingly, shuffling toward the door.

The moment he appeared, Dolores transformed—her hostility dissolving into saccharine sweetness. “Shaun,” she purred, “you’ve finally joined us.”

Shaun’s eyes flickered over Dolores dismissively, his silence a deliberate wall between them.

Dolores, undeterred, persisted. “Shaun, since your hospital visit, you’ve been absent from my life. My thoughts are consumed by you daily. Tell me—do you feel the same ache of separation?”

Her words hung heavy in the air, met only by Shaun’s stony silence.

Though secondhand embarrassment colored her parents’ faces, Dolores remained blind to the awkwardness, continuing her desperate attempt to draw him into conversation.

Finally, Elyse’s patience snapped like a taut string. “Enough,” she cut through the theatrics, her voice as sharp as steel. “Stop this charade. Shaun’s memory is gone—you’re nothing but a stranger to him now. Your persistence is becoming insufferable.”

Dolores’s face twisted with unbridled rage. “How dare you interrupt my conversation with Shaun!”

Elyse met her outburst with a glacial stare. “Are you actually serious right now? This is my house, not your personal stage to throw tantrums. Take your drama elsewhere if you insist on behaving like a spoiled princess!”

Dolores whirled toward her parents. “Mom! Dad! Are you hearing how she’s talking to me?”

“Oh, perfect,” Elyse sneered. “Running to mommy and daddy instead of fighting your own battles? Fine then—let’s talk to your parents instead.”

She shifted her attention to the stone-faced couple, arching an eyebrow. “What exactly are your intentions with Shaun?”

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