All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alexander carried her to their bedroom, every step a reminder of the physical toll he was enduring.By the time he reached the bed, his breathing was labored, and sweat beaded his brow.Carefully, he lowered her onto the soft mattress, tucking the blankets around her.He sat down beside her, wincing as he stretched out his leg.For a moment, he simply watched her sleep.Her face, though marred by grief, held a quiet beauty that never failed to captivate him.He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch light and reverent.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he whispered.She stirred again, her eyelids fluttering open.Her gaze found his, and a fresh wave of tears welled in her eyes.“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I didn’t mean to...”“Don’t,” Alexander interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You have nothing to apologize for.”She reached for his hand, her fingers trembling. “I miss them so much.”“I know,” he said, his throat tight. “And I promise you, Sarah, I’l

When Sarah emerged, dressed in the outfit he’d chosen, Alexander’s expression softened. “Perfect,” he said simply, the admiration in his tone unmistakable.She flushed slightly, smoothing the sweater over her hips. “Thanks. You’ve got a decent sense of style, I’ll give you that.”“Decent?” he teased, offering her his arm. “Come on, let’s get you fed. Carter mentioned something about fresh croissants and a spread fit for royalty.”They walked together down the grand staircase, Alexander keeping his pace measured to accommodate both his leg and Sarah’s slower steps.The sunlight streaming through the massive windows bathed the estate in a golden glow, giving the impression of a new beginning.The dining room was already set for breakfast, with a variety of dishes laid out on the long table.Freshly baked pastries, sliced fruit, eggs, and smoked salmon were arranged artfully alongside steaming carafes of coffee and tea.Carter was waiting near the door, tablet in hand. “Good morning, sir

The bitterness in her voice gave way to a deep sadness as she continued. “It’s like... it’s like they didn’t matter to her. Like they were just a footnote in my life instead of the reason I even survived long enough to know who the Caldwells were.”Alexander’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, his frustration on her behalf evident. “The Millers mattered, Sarah. More than the Caldwells will ever understand. And you matter. Don’t let their indifference make you doubt that.”Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and pain. “I just don’t understand how someone like Victoria can live so comfortably, so happily, while pretending all of this doesn’t exist. It’s not fair.”“It’s not,” Alexander agreed, his voice firm. “But that’s who she is, who they all are. They take the easy way out, ignoring anything that doesn’t fit their narrative. But you’re different, Sarah. You don’t run from the hard truths.”Sarah leaned into him again, “It’s just so exhausting, Alexander

Cecilia raised her glass again, this time silently toasting Alexander.She didn’t regret leaving him after his accident, it had been a hard decision, but she’d been young and scared. Now, though, she saw it as a mistake she could correct.She thought of Sarah and frowned.Alexander deserved stability, someone who understood his world and wouldn’t drag him into danger. Someone who, with the right timing, could remind him of the life they’d once dreamed of sharing.“I’ll make it right,” she murmured to herself as she sipped her martini, her eyes scanning the crowd.Tonight was a celebration, but tomorrow would be the start of her next move.Cecilia swirled the olive in her martini glass, her mind wandering back to Alexander.As the music pounded around her, her thoughts grew darker, a flicker of irritation crossing her otherwise composed face.Alexander in a wheelchair, she mused bitterly, the image of him confined to it gnawing at her pride.She had left because she couldn’t face it, c

Victoria's tears flowed harder as the jealousy and regret she had been suppressing surged to the surface.She hated herself for the bitterness she felt toward Sarah. It wasn’t Sarah’s fault that she was their biological child. Sarah hadn’t asked to be thrust into their lives, just as Victoria hadn’t asked to be replaced.And yet, the resentment burned in her chest.Victoria rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as her sobs subsided into quiet sniffles.She felt like an impostor in her own family. No matter how much she tried to reclaim her place, it always felt like she was competing with Sarah, a competition she was losing.Downstairs, Eleanor's fingers massaged her temples.“What are we going to do Richard?” she asked quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. “She’s completely lost.”Richard leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression was grim. “It’s time we stop shielding her from the consequences of her actions.”Eleanor looked at him, her eyes glistening