Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1514:

Shaun’s voice cracked with hysteria as he jabbed an accusatory finger at Dolores’s parents. “They’re trying to kidnap me! Call the police and arrest them!”

Disbelief painted Elyse’s features as she turned to Dolores. “So when you couldn’t have him, you resorted to kidnapping? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Dolores’s mother, Lucille Ruiz, snapped, her patience finally shattering. “We’re not here to kidnap anyone. We’re here to make him face his responsibilities.”

Confusion clouded Elyse’s face. “Responsibilities for what?”

Lucille’s eyes darted to Dolores, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before her expression hardened into steel. She declared, “He slept with my daughter. He needs to marry her.”

The revelation hit like a thunderbolt, leaving Elyse frozen in stunned silence.

Shaun stood equally paralyzed, mouth agape.

The silence stretched, heavy and thick. Lucille’s voice, sharp and cold, sliced through it. “What’s this supposed to mean? Don’t tell me you’re going to deny it?”

Elyse slowly gathered her wits, her gaze drifting to Shaun, who looked even more shell-shocked than she felt.

Finally, something in Shaun snapped. He thrust a trembling finger at Dolores, his face contorted with fury. “You absolute lunatic!” he roared. “When will this harassment end? I’m a taken man!”

“For God’s sake! Claiming we slept together? You’ve completely lost your mind!” With venomous contempt, he added, “You’re so repulsive, I wouldn’t spare you a second glance!”

A flash of raw pain crossed Dolores’s features, the kind that only comes from having one’s deepest insecurities exposed. In her sheltered world of privilege, such harsh words were foreign territory.

Elyse stepped in. “Mrs. Ruiz, you’re making serious accusations. Where’s your proof?”

“Proof?” Lucille’s voice rose with maternal fury. “My daughter’s virtue was taken! What more evidence do you need? Stop trying to intimidate us. Dolores is the victim in this nightmare!”

Elyse drew in a measured breath. Shaun, misreading her pause for uncertainty, clutched her arm desperately. “Don’t let them fool you! I wouldn’t touch her if my life depended on it! She’s just another desperate woman trying to trap a man into marriage!”

Turning to Dolores with surgical precision, Elyse pressed, “If what you’re claiming is true, there must be details. When did this happen? Where? A hotel receipt, security footage—anything concrete? He couldn’t have just seen you on the street and assaulted you right there, could he?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Dolores screeched. “He stole my virginity! Do you expect me to remember every little detail of my trauma?”

Elyse’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “You can’t recall a single detail, yet you’re absolutely certain about his involvement? I’m beginning to suspect that car accident left more than just physical scars. Without a single piece of evidence, there’s only one rational explanation: You had an encounter with someone else, suffered head trauma in that accident, and now your scrambled mind has fixated on Shaun as the culprit!”

Elyse’s words were a masterpiece of subtle accusation, delicately suggesting that Dolores’s virtue had been given to someone else before she decided to entangle Shaun in her web of deceit.

But Dolores, wrapped in her cocoon of self-righteousness, missed the artful insinuation entirely. She latched onto the surface demand for evidence like a drowning woman clutching at straws.

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