All Chapters of An Unexpected Marriage with my Disabled Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~Eleanor“Two days Earlier”The ceramic cup felt cool against my fingertips as I tapped it, trying to mask the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The cafe was bustling with noise—chatter, the clinking of dishes, and the occasional burst of laughter. None of it could distract me. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. Late again. Typical of Edward. I considered leaving. I had half a mind to get up and storm out when the bell above the cafe door jingled. My head turned sharply, and there he was. Edward. He scanned the room, his gaze locking onto me almost immediately. He gave me that measured smile of his—the kind that made me want to slap it off his face—and strolled over like he owned the place. “Eleanor,” he said as he pulled out the chair across from me and settled in. “Sorry for keeping you waiting. Traffic was a nightmare.” I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “Of course, it was. Let’s not waste time.” His eyebrow arched slightly, but he didn’t comment. Instead,

~CharlotteI sat in the garden, my fingers wrapped around the stem of my wine glass, the chilled liquid inside doing little to calm the storm in my chest. The roses Adam had planted bloomed in perfect harmony, their fragrance floating on the evening breeze, mocking the chaos of my life. Everything was crumbling, unraveling faster than I could contain. The love I had dreamed of, the future I had dared to imagine with Adam, was slipping through my fingers. His promises, his warmth—how had it come to this? Eleanor’s reappearance had shattered the delicate thread tethering us together. She wasn’t just back; she had returned with a purpose. And worse, she was winning. I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the crimson liquid catch the last rays of sunlight. The bitterness of it mirrored the bitterness in my soul. Her supposed dying wish to marry Adam was an insidious masterstroke. She knew exactly how to manipulate him, how to tug at the strings of his honor and responsibility. And A

~CharlotteI sat in my sleek red Lamborghini, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The engine hummed beneath me, ready to roar to life, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. My head rested against the leather seat, and my heart pounded in frustration. Just as I reached for the gear, I heard it—the sound of chaos erupting at the gates. My hands froze, and I glanced up toward the noise. Cameras flashed, voices shouted, and figures moved restlessly behind the iron bars. “Not again,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temples. Peering closer, I could make out the swarm of reporters. Ever since the news broke about Adam’s upcoming wedding to Eleanor, the press had been relentless. The world thought my marriage to Adam was real, that we were some power couple madly in love. They had no idea it was all fake—a contract designed to take revenge on both our exes, Dylan, and Eleanor . But now? Now Adam was marrying the same Eleanor. His ex. Who claims her child is Adam's. The headline

~CharlotteThe moment I got into my car, I slammed the door shut and gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum, and my head was spinning with Edward’s words. Eleanor. That conniving, lying snake! Using fake illness and DNA results to trap Adam? She had crossed the line this time.“You think you’re smart, Eleanor,” I muttered under my breath, my voice shaking with rage. “But you’ve awoken the beast in me now.”I jammed the key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life. Slamming the gear into drive, I sped out of the driveway, my tires screeching against the pavement. The road stretched out ahead of me, bathed in the fading light of the setting sun. The trees blurred past as I pressed my foot down harder on the gas, the needle on the speedometer climbing higher and higher.The air whipped against the car windows, but it did little to cool the fire blazing inside me. I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling as I

~CharlotteI paced back and forth across the plush carpet in my room, the events of the day replaying in my mind like a broken record. My heart raced as flashes of Eleanor lying on the stretcher flickered before my eyes. Her pale face, the blood she coughed up—was I wrong? Could she actually be sick? The doubt gnawed at me. I had thought her illness was a ploy, a twisted way to manipulate Adam, but now… now I wasn’t so sure.Stopping at the window, I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, the city lights below twinkling like distant stars. “Please let her survive,” I whispered to no one in particular. I didn’t want this on my conscience. If she died… No. Adam would never forgive me. I wouldn’t forgive myself.I turned and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, my fingers trembling as I dialed Adam’s number. It rang. Once. Twice. Then it cut off. I tried again. The same thing happened. He was busying my calls. Panic crept in, making my chest feel tight. Was she… gone? The thought w