All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Ethan Johnson’s bedroom, casting a soft glow on the room. Emma adjusted the blankets over him, careful not to wake him. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it was nearly 7 a.m. She had a long day ahead, but it was one she had silently committed to. Ethan stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked at her, his usual guarded expression softening slightly. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice raspy from sleep. Emma offered a small smile. “Someone has to make sure you don’t overwork yourself into a coma.” Ethan huffed a weak laugh, rubbing his temple. “I’m not used to this—having someone fuss over me.” “Get used to it,” Emma said lightly, though there was an edge of seriousness to her tone. She reached for the small notebook on the bedside table where she had been documenting his progress. “How are your legs feeling today?” He hesitated. “The same,” he admitted. “I don’t feel much, but I guess that’s normal, right?”

The cold, oppressive air of the mansion’s dining room mirrored the distance between Ethan and Emma. Though they now shared a tenuous bond shaped by his condition and her role as his caretaker, there remained an unspoken void that neither could fully bridge. Ethan, with his sharp tongue and relentless gaze, seemed determined to keep her at arm’s length, while Emma’s every action betrayed a quiet yearning for something more. As Emma prepared breakfast in the adjoining kitchen, she thought back to the life she had left behind—the life of the unloved daughter. Her parents had always favored her elder sister, Vanessa, who was the perfect daughter, the shining beacon of the family’s pride. Emma, on the other hand, had been relegated to the background, her opinions dismissed, her dreams mocked. Studying medicine had been her rebellion. It wasn’t the life her family had wanted for her, but it was the life she had chosen. She had pursued it secretly, scraping together funds from odd jobs an

The morning sunlight was warm against Emma’s skin as she walked through the gardens of Ethan’s mansion, the gentle breeze tousling her hair. It had been a few weeks since Ethan had taken his first unsteady step, and every day, he grew stronger, both physically and emotionally. But Emma couldn’t shake the feeling of being caught between two worlds. On one hand, she had her life with Ethan, an arrangement, yes, but one that had begun to feel like something more. On the other hand, she had the family who had never believed in her, a family that had used her as a pawn in their ambitions.The weight of her past and her family’s expectations hung heavily on her heart.Her thoughts were interrupted when Ethan’s voice called out to her. “Emma.”Turning, she saw him approaching in his wheelchair, a determined look on his face. He had been practicing standing for longer periods lately, but he was still far from walking unassisted.“Hey,” Emma greeted him with a soft smile.“Can we talk?” he ask

Ethan leaned against the backrest of the wheelchair, his face impassive as Emma wheeled him into the spacious therapy room. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mingling with the hum of muted conversations and the soft rustle of medical equipment. The room was bright, with sunlight streaming through large windows, but Ethan’s mood remained as cold and distant as ever.“This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers gripping the armrests of the wheelchair tightly.Emma, pushing the wheelchair from behind, heard his complaint but chose to ignore it. Over the past week, she had grown accustomed to his grumpy remarks. If anything, she found them oddly amusing—though she’d never admit that to him.“It’s only ridiculous if you don’t try,” she replied, her voice light but firm.Ethan glanced over his shoulder, raising a brow. “I don’t need therapy. I’ve survived worse things.”Emma rolled her eyes, stopping the wheelchair near a padded therapy table. “Survivin

The tension between Ethan and Emma seemed to have taken on a new form. There was an unspoken understanding now, a strange but comforting dynamic that both terrified and intrigued them. Despite the moments they shared, the reality of their situation loomed heavily over them. Ethan had grown accustomed to Emma’s presence—her nagging, her care, her persistence. But as much as he hated to admit it, she was the anchor he hadn’t known he needed. And yet, the circumstances of their marriage continued to haunt them both. That morning, as Emma prepared breakfast in the kitchen, Ethan wheeled himself in. He watched her move around, her focus entirely on the sizzling pan before her. “You’re getting a little too comfortable here,” he remarked, his tone teasing but his expression unreadable. Emma turned to face him, her hands on her hips. “If you’d prefer burnt toast and black coffee every day, I can step back and let you fend for yourself.” Ethan smirked, the corners of his lips twitchin