All Chapters of My Crippled Husband who loves me dearly : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Pinching her own palm, Sandra bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress the rising tide of guilt. Her gaze drifts towards Suzy, who is happily devouring her birthday cake. The sight of her innocent joy tugs at Sandra's heartstrings. She knew about Suzy the first time she met her with Charlotte. The resemblance, the expressions—everything had made it painfully clear that her sister Jennifer had lied about Suzy's death. Yet, Sandra had no intention of confessing or accepting Suzy into her life. She had convinced herself that Jennifer and Andrew’s relationship was exclusive, and she would only be an unwelcome third party. But now, with everything coming to light, Sandra feels overwhelming guilt. She had deliberately abandoned her own daughter, a choice that now weighs heavily on her conscience. The realization that she had been running from her responsibilities makes her question what could be worse than this self-inflicted torment. “Auntie Sandra! Are you sad?” Suzy’s voice, filled with

“So, do you love her?” When Mr. Rodriguez asks, Edward’s face glows with an unintentional radiance. He gazes at the morning sun, which is just beginning to break over the horizon, and nods. Mr. Rodriguez, Edward’s father, smiles at the change in his son’s heart. Sitting on a bench in the garden, he picks a camellia and speaks with a gentle tone. “When love becomes the priority in a relationship, you will find both happiness and peace. Be devoted and loyal. Don’t encroach on her freedom. Give her personal space and create a world where she can be herself. Be grateful and happy to have her by your side. She is your wife now, and she is your priority.” Edward is taken aback. He has never seen his father speak so openly about matters of the heart. His father, who had always been dismissive of Edward’s previous relationships, now offers such supportive advice. It makes Edward happy, knowing that Charlotte, a truly remarkable person, has won his father's approval. “Now go to your room.

“Ms. Charlotte! Here is your coffee,” the room service attendant announces as Charlotte receives the coffee from him. Holding the two cups, Charlotte walks towards the door of their suite. Just then, Edward, having recently emerged from the bathroom, approaches her and softly calls her name. “Charlotte! Why are you standing there?” “Oh! It’s our coffee. Are you done?” Charlotte asks, her eyes softening as she notices Edward’s damp hair and the droplets still clinging to his skin. He hums in response, hugging her legs tightly. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair. Let’s get you warmed up,” she says gently, turning his wheelchair around and guiding him towards the dressing table. “Here’s your coffee. Drink it. It’ll help you warm up.” Edward takes a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth. Despite Charlotte’s concern, he doesn’t actually feel cold; the room temperature is perfectly fine. “You know, I ran into Rachel earlier,” Charlotte mentions as she begins drying Edward

“How are you feeling?" Edward asks, brushing his hand gently over her belly. Charlotte has been feeling down since the encounter with Asher, and Edward has been patiently waiting for her to open up. He knows she'll eventually share her feelings when she's ready. However, after seeing her condition worsen following dinner, he decides it's time to take action. “Hmm. I'm fine…” she replies, snuggling closer to him. Edward is her comfort, the person who helps her forget everything. Wrapping her arm around his chest, she rests her head on him, seeking solace. Finally, she begins to speak. “It’s not a good memory to recall. And unfortunately, he was someone who made my life hell. Asher was known as a playboy. Most of the girls were victims of his animalistic behavior. So was I. I wanted to finish my studies and leave the university as soon as possible to get a job. I didn’t have much time to hang out or join clubs with other classmates.” As she speaks, her mind replays the painful night t

"Excuse me!" A lady taps Charlotte on the shoulder as she retouches her makeup after an hour of training. Charlotte turns to see a woman in her mid-twenties with a troubled expression, fidgeting nervously. Charlotte smiles and nods, silently encouraging her to speak. Seeing Charlotte's silent approval, the woman hesitantly approaches her. "Well, um, do you have any pads? I mean, sanitary pads with you?" The woman asks while clutching her lower abdomen. Charlotte’s attention shifts to her purse. She usually carries pads for emergencies, but this month, she completely forgot about her menstrual date. "Well, I do. Just one. Will that be enough?" She pulls out her last pad from her purse and hands it to the woman. In her hurry, the woman takes it and almost enters the toilet area, but her body suddenly wobbles. Charlotte turns back to the mirror after handing over the pad, but seeing the woman’s reflection collapsing, she immediately extends her arm to support her. "Are you okay? Hell