All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the master bedroom. Emma stirred beneath the covers, her eyes fluttering open. She turned to find Ethan already awake, sitting in his wheelchair by the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate below. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was set. Whatever Jake had brought to his attention last night was still weighing heavily on his mind. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and approached him, her bare feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ethan didn’t turn to look at her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Too much on my mind,” he admitted. His voice was low, almost distant. Emma pulled up a chair beside him, sitting down so they were eye level. “Want to talk about it?” For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, with a sigh, he turned to face her. “It’s not just the betrayal, Emma. It’s the fact that someone I trusted

The following days were a blur of strategic meetings and quiet tension. Ethan’s world was beginning to feel like a tightrope, each step measured and calculated. He couldn’t afford to make a single misstep—especially with the threat of betrayal looming over him.Emma remained by his side, her presence a constant in the chaos. She had always been a calming force, but lately, Ethan noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. She was no longer just his wife. She had become his rock, the one person he could rely on amid his unraveling empire.Yet, he couldn't ignore the weight of the truth: Emma was tied to his success—and his downfall. Her family had married her off to him for power, their ambitions as dark as his own. He had never thought much about her past, her real feelings, or the depth of the sacrifices she had made for him. But now, as the truth about his family’s treachery began to unfold, the question lingered: How much longer would Emma stand by him?That night, as Ethan sat in the

The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Johnson estate, casting a golden hue on the pristine marble floors. Ethan remained seated in the dining room long after Emma had left. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had buried long ago.He had promised to try, but what did that even mean? For someone like him, trying meant fighting for control, asserting dominance, and keeping emotions at bay. Letting someone in required vulnerability, and that terrified him.Jake entered the room, his usual stoic expression in place. “Sir, the doctor has arrived for your therapy session.”Ethan frowned. “I thought Emma was supposed to handle my therapy.”“She insisted on bringing in a specialist for today,” Jake explained. “She said she’ll join once you’re ready.”Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”---Emma stood outside the therapy room, watching as the specialist worked with Ethan. She had intentionally taken a step back

The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the garden. Ethan remained in his study, poring over documents Jake had delivered earlier. His focus, however, was elsewhere.Emma’s face kept flashing in his mind—her fierce determination, her unwavering support, and the spark in her eyes when she stood up to anyone, even him.He leaned back in his wheelchair, rubbing his temples. “What’s happening to me?” he muttered under his breath.“Talking to yourself now?” Emma’s voice broke through his thoughts as she stepped into the room with a steaming cup of tea.Ethan glanced up, startled but quickly masking it with a smirk. “A bad habit I’ve developed since meeting you.”Emma chuckled, setting the cup on his desk. “Well, I’m flattered.”She leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing her arms. “You’ve been working all day. You need a break.”“Work doesn’t stop just because I’m... temporarily indisposed,” he replied, gesturing to his legs.Emma frowned. “That’s exact

The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of Ethan’s office, casting long shadows on the polished floor. Emma sat on the couch, sorting through medical notes for Ethan’s next round of therapy. Despite the victory in the boardroom, the tension lingered. Ethan was unusually quiet, his piercing eyes fixed on a document in his hand.“You’re brooding,” Emma said without looking up, her tone light.“I don’t brood,” Ethan replied, though the slight edge in his voice betrayed him.Emma chuckled softly. “Sure you don’t. So what’s on your mind?”Ethan folded the paper and set it on his desk. “The shareholders. Harold isn’t going to give up that easily. He’s always wanted more control.”Emma glanced at him, her brow furrowing. “Do you think he’ll try something else?”“Absolutely,” Ethan said, his tone flat. “Men like him don’t back down. They wait for weakness and strike when you least expect it.”Emma bit her lip, considering his words. “Then we need to make sure he doesn’t get the c