All Chapters of An Unexpected Marriage with my Disabled Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~CharlotteThe cab came to a stop in front of Jasmine’s apartment. I barely noticed the driver announcing our arrival as my eyes blurred with tears. The lump in my throat had grown heavier during the ride, and my fingers trembled as I fumbled to pay him. The small pile of boxes beside me felt like they weighed a ton, though they only held the few pieces of my life I could hurriedly pack. “Miss, are you all right?” the driver asked gently, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I nodded, though the tears streaking down my face betrayed me. “I’m fine, thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. As I stepped out of the cab, the cool evening breeze hit my face, but it didn’t calm me. The pain inside me was far worse than anything the outside world could throw at me. I was losing Adam—or maybe I’d already lost him. The thought was unbearable. Before I could grab the boxes, the front door of Jasmine’s building swung open. Jasmine came rushing out, barefoot, her curly hair tied

~CharlotteThe church was buzzing with the sound of murmurs, a palpable tension filling the air as the ceremony began. Jasmine and I crouched in a secluded corner at the back of the grand hall, hidden behind an intricately carved pillar. My hands were trembling as I worked on my phone, trying to connect the speaker system to the video evidence we had compiled. Jasmine crouched beside me, glancing over her shoulder at the altar, her face a mix of excitement and anticipation.“Hurry up, Charlotte,” Jasmine whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the organ. “We’ve got to time this perfectly.”“I’m trying,” I hissed back, my fingers fumbling with the settings on my phone. My heart was racing, both from the thrill of what we were about to do and the ache in my chest every time I glanced at Adam standing at the altar. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit, but his expression was stiff, his jaw clenched as if he’d rather be anywhere but there.“Charl

~AdamBy the time I arrived at the press conference venue, the weight on my shoulders felt unbearable. The room was already filling with reporters, their chatter loud and insistent, like vultures circling a fresh carcass. My security detail cleared a path through the sea of flashing cameras and eager eyes, and I forced myself to maintain a steady gait despite the turmoil churning inside me. The event staff had set up a podium at the front of the room. Its presence seemed both unassuming and daunting, as though it were waiting to swallow me whole. I climbed the small steps leading to the stage, adjusted my tie, and stepped behind the podium. My hands rested on the edges, gripping them tightly to stop the slight tremor in my fingers. The room was stifling, the air heavy with tension. My throat felt dry, and I reached for the glass of water placed on the stand beside me. I took a quick sip, the coolness a momentary relief. Then, I adjusted the microphone, scanning the room filled wit

~Charlotte The warm Mediterranean breeze brushed against my face as I stood on the balcony of our suite, gazing out at the stunning Amalfi Coast. The sapphire-blue waters sparkled under the golden sunlight, and the faint hum of laughter and clinking glasses drifted up from the piazza below. It had been a week since Adam and I reconciled, and true to his word, he’d been doing everything to show me how much he cared. This trip to Positano was his way of making up for lost time, and though I was hesitant at first, I couldn’t deny how magical it felt to be here with him. “Charlotte,” Adam called from inside, his voice warm and light. “Are you going to stare at the view all day, or will you come have breakfast with me?” I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes crinkled with that boyish smile of his. He looked relaxed, wearing a white linen shirt and beige shorts, the coastal sun highlighting the golden tones in his hair. “I was just enjoying the view,” I said,

~DylanI paced back and forth in my apartment, the phone pressed tightly against my ear. Each ring felt like a hammer pounding against my chest, the sound mocking me as it echoed through the silence. “Pick up, Charlotte,” I muttered under my breath. My thumb hovered over the call button again, ready to redial her number for what must have been the tenth time this morning. Ever since I heard the news of Charlotte and Adam’s engagement, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—was suffocating. When I first found out their marriage was just a business arrangement, it was like a lifeline. I told myself I still had a chance, that I could fix things between us, that she would see reason. But now? Now they were planning to get married for real. That was it. That would be the end of us. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The image of Charlotte wearing Adam’s ring, standing by his side, looking at him with the same s