All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s office, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern furniture. The city outside was bustling with activity, but inside the walls of Johnson Enterprises, it was calm—too calm, Ethan thought. The silence in the air seemed to mock him, reminding him that while his battle for the CEO position had been won, the war for the company’s future had only just begun.Ethan leaned back in his chair, staring at the papers spread across his desk. His fingers brushed over the documents—financial reports, proposals for upcoming projects, and new investment opportunities. They were all important, but his mind kept drifting back to Emma. Since the meeting yesterday, things had been moving at a fast pace. He had already begun laying out the groundwork for his return to power, but none of it felt as significant as her presence by his side.It was hard to admit, but Ethan knew that Emma was the key to his success. Her intelligence, her unwavering

The days following the board meeting were relentless. Ethan threw himself into work with a single-minded determination, his schedule packed with back-to-back meetings, calls with potential investors, and late-night brainstorming sessions. He was driven by the weight of expectations, not just from the board but also from himself—and from Emma, whose unwavering support gave him the strength to push forward.Emma, meanwhile, found herself fully immersed in helping Ethan. Despite her original intention to keep a low profile, her natural skills and knowledge as a doctor often came into play. She worked alongside his physical therapist to coordinate his treatments, spending hours researching the latest advancements in rehabilitation for patients with injuries like Ethan’s.“You don’t have to do all this,” Ethan told her one evening as she massaged his leg, her hands firm but gentle. They were in his private gym, where he’d spent the last hour struggling through exercises that seemed designe

The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Emma stirred in her bed. The events of the previous day replayed in her mind—the therapy session, Ethan’s question about their marriage, and his unexpected vulnerability. She wasn’t sure what it all meant, but it left her with an undeniable weight on her chest.After dressing in a simple blouse and jeans, Emma made her way downstairs. The house was unusually quiet, but she found Ethan in the living room, staring out the window with a distant expression.“Good morning,” she greeted, her voice breaking the silence.Ethan turned to her, his features softening. “Morning.”“Coffee?” she asked, already heading toward the kitchen.“Yes, please.”Emma returned with two steaming mugs and handed one to Ethan. They sat in a comfortable silence, the hum of the world outside their only background noise.“You’ve been quiet this morning,” Emma observed, breaking the calm.Ethan sipped his coffee, his gaze never leaving the window. “Just thinking.”“Ab

The next morning, Ethan sat in the study, his wheelchair positioned near the window overlooking the garden. His mind raced with thoughts of the previous day—his visit to the company, the progress made with the board, and Emma’s unwavering support. For the first time in weeks, he felt a spark of optimism.Emma walked in with a tray of breakfast. She set it on the table beside him, her movements careful but brisk.“You didn’t eat much last night,” she said, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. “You need energy for today.”Ethan glanced at her, his lips curving into a faint smile. “What’s today’s agenda, Dr. Emma?”Emma raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Don’t get smart with me. Today, you’re meeting the physical therapist I contacted yesterday.”Ethan’s smile faded. “That was quick.”“You agreed, remember?” Emma said firmly. “And this therapist is one of the best. I’m not taking any chances with your recovery.”Ethan sighed, his gaze shifting back to the window. “Fine.

The day of the event arrived, and Emma was already feeling the weight of her decision. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the black dress her father had picked out for her. The elegant, form-fitting garment hugged her body in all the right places, but she felt nothing like the confident woman it was meant to portray. Instead, she felt like a puppet, strings pulled by expectations far beyond her control.She sighed, running her fingers through her hair before letting it fall loosely around her shoulders. A knock at the door startled her, and she turned toward it."Emma?" Ethan’s voice called from the other side.Emma closed her eyes for a brief moment, bracing herself before she opened the door. Standing there in his wheelchair, Ethan’s eyes scanned her figure, and for a moment, she almost saw him hesitate, as if unsure of what to say."You look… incredible," he said, his voice laced with admiration, but there was something else in his eyes. A deep, knowing sadness.Emma force