Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1765:

Sensing something amiss, Tracy leaned in, her voice edged with concern. “What happened?”

Elyse exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Jennie just called, sounding rattled, and said she did something bad.”

Tracy’s eyes widened. “Wait—could she have followed Corrie’s orders? Didn’t you say Corrie had her wrapped around her finger?”

A wave of realization crashed over Elyse. “That’s right. How could I have overlooked that?” She sprang to her feet. “I need to find Brook. Maybe he knows what’s going on.”

Meanwhile, Jennie slipped her phone into her pocket with a sigh, frustration weighing heavy on her shoulders. She sat in a quiet café nestled within the shopping mall, the usual buzz of patrons strangely absent.

A moment later, Camille returned, practically bouncing into her seat across from Jennie. She took a sip of her coffee and beamed. “Jennie, the coffee here is amazing! But isn’t it weird that we’re the only ones here?”

Jennie forced a small, feigned look of surprise, sweeping her gaze around the empty space. “Yeah… weird.”

Of course, she wasn’t actually surprised—she knew full well that Corrie had booked the entire café.

Camille, blissfully unaware, took another sip of her coffee before noticing the anxiety brewing behind Jennie’s eyes. Her brows knit together. “Jennie, you look exhausted. If you’re not feeling well, we can head home.”

Jennie parted her lips, as if about to say something, but the words withered on her tongue. Instead, she mustered a bitter smile and shook her head. “No… I can’t go back.”

As the weight of her own words settled, she buried her face in her hands, anguish rolling off her in waves.

Camille didn’t pry any further. Seeing Jennie in so much pain made her heart ache.

She eventually finished her coffee, setting the cup down with a satisfied sigh. A sudden wave of dizziness crashed over her. Pressing her fingertips to her temples, she murmured, “Jennie, don’t beat yourself up. I’m not as fragile or clueless as you think. Don’t carry all this guilt—I trust you. And when I wake up, we’ll still be friends…” Her voice trailed off as her body went limp, her head tilting to the side before she collapsed onto the table, completely unconscious.

Jennie clenched her fists, her stomach twisting. She couldn’t bring herself to look.

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Then came the sharp click of high heels against the floor—Corrie’s signature entrance. Corrie strode up to Camille, gripping a handful of her hair and tilting her head this way and that, inspecting her like a prize on display. Once she was convinced Camille was truly out cold, Corrie smirked and turned to Jennie. “See? I told you you’d pull it off. Good job. I always keep my promises.”

Jennie, still choking on regret, lifted her gaze and demanded, “What are you going to do with her?”

Corrie chuckled low and shook her head in amusement. “Look at you. You’re not even the type to stomach doing something wrong, yet here you are, demanding the fate of the very person you just betrayed. If I were you, I’d play dumb and walk away. In a few days, I’ll hand your best friend back to you.”noveldrama

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