All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At breakfast, the dining room was unusually quiet.The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the elaborate spread prepared by the staff.Sarah sat across from Alexander, nervously fidgeting with her fork as the tension in the room became palpable.Alexander’s mother, Beatrice Blake, was seated at the head of the table, her sharp gaze flitting between her son and Sarah like a hawk circling its prey.She sipped her tea delicately, her composure as impeccable as ever, but the disdain in her posture was unmistakable.“Sarah,” Beatrice finally spoke, her tone clipped. “I trust you’ve had sufficient time to learn the responsibilities that come with being Alexander’s wife.”Sarah’s hand froze mid motion.She looked up, meeting Beatrice’s cool, assessing stare. “I’m doing my best,” she replied evenly, though her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.Evelyn’s lips thinned. “Doing one’s best is admirable, of course. But this family requires excellence, not effo

That evening, Sarah sat in the spacious lounge of their estate, her sketchbook open on her lap.The pencil in her hand moved aimlessly, creating faint lines that didn’t form anything meaningful.Her mind was far from focused on design tonight.The guilt was beginning to creep in.She glanced over at Alexander, who was seated by the grand fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand as he reviewed documents from his meeting.His sharp profile was illuminated by the flickering firelight, and he exuded an air of quiet authority.He deserves to know, Sarah thought.Her gaze shifted back to the sketchbook, where she had subconsciously begun to outline a design, a delicate mountain rose pendant with tiny, intricate petals. It was her signature, the hallmark of her secret identity.The Mountain Rose brand had been her escape, her sanctuary. It was the part of her that she’d built entirely on her own, without the influence of the Caldwells or the Blakes. But as the days passed, the secrecy weighed h

Sarah felt a rush of freedom as she walked away from the car and toward the entrance of the mall.Her heels clicked on the polished floor, each step punctuating the growing sense of independence in her chest.No one knew who she was here. No one was watching her every move.She moved quickly, blending into the crowd, her brown hair tucked under a simple cap to keep her more incognito.The usual anonymity of the city felt comforting for once. But her destination wasn’t a boutique or any of the department stores that lined the shopping district.No, she had something far more important to do today. And it was a risk, but it was a necessary one.Sarah had no intention of sticking around here for long.She was already formulating her escape route in her mind as she passed by the perfume counter, the bustling food court, and the high end shops.The idea was simple, slip out of sight, use a side exit, and hail a cab.The less attention, the better.She took a few turns around corners, casua

Swallowing her rising panic, Sarah hurried back toward the mall entrance.If William wasn’t inside, then maybe he had gone looking for her outside. She pushed through the heavy glass doors, the cool air hitting her like a slap.The parking lot was still and eerily quiet compared to the mall’s bustle. William’s car was exactly where it had been, unchanged. But the sight of it now felt more ominous than reassuring.She stood there for a moment, unsure of her next move.Should she wait by the car and hope he returned?Or should she try to find a security guard and ask for help?Her hands clenched into fists as frustration bubbled up.She had always been resourceful, but this situation felt different. It wasn’t just her own safety she had to consider, it was the secrets she carried, the life she was building, and the consequences if anyone found out the truth.Sarah took a deep breath, steadying herself. If William didn’t show up soon, she would hail another taxi and head home.She could

``Sarah stood in the center of the quiet living room, her heart pounding like a drum.She had barely made it back inside the hall, her thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety and dread.She clasped her trembling hands together, trying to steady her breathing.The events of the day had drained her, and now she was faced with the most daunting task yet, explaining her disappearance.What could she say?The truth was out of the question.Admitting she had gone to see Margaret Windsor would raise too many questions, questions she wasn’t ready to answer.And claiming she had been at the mall would crumble under the slightest scrutiny, especially since William had no doubt already reported the situation to Alexander.Her thoughts raced, trying to piece together a plausible story, but before she could settle on anything, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.Alexander.He emerged from the hallway, his face a storm of emotions, relief, anger, worry, all colliding at once.His usually