All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The kiss lingered in Emma’s mind all night. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart pounding as if it were trying to escape her chest. What did it mean? Was it just a moment of gratitude from Ethan, or was there something more brewing between them?In the room across the hall, Ethan was just as restless. He couldn’t get the taste of Emma’s lips out of his mind. She was his wife, yes, but their marriage had always been a matter of convenience—or so he thought. Now, he wasn’t so sure.The next morning, Emma entered the dining room to find Ethan already seated, a newspaper spread out in front of him. He glanced up as she walked in, his expression unreadable.“Morning,” he said casually.“Morning,” she replied, trying to sound equally nonchalant.The tension between them was palpable, but neither dared to address the elephant in the room.Jake arrived soon after with updates from the company. Emma took it as her cue to leave, retreating to her room under the pretense of organizi

The aftermath of Ethan’s victory was celebrated with quiet relief rather than exuberance. Ethan had never been one for loud celebrations, and Emma respected that. They returned home, each retreating to their thoughts, but the unspoken bond between them grew stronger with every passing moment.---Later that evening, Emma prepared tea for Ethan and herself. She brought the tray into his study, where he sat at his desk, reviewing documents with a furrowed brow.“Tea break,” she announced softly, setting the tray down.Ethan glanced up, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a lifesaver.”Emma poured the tea and handed him a cup, her gaze lingering on his face. He looked exhausted, but there was a certain glow of satisfaction in his expression.“You should rest,” she said, sitting across from him.“I will,” he replied, sipping his tea. “I just need to finish this first.”Emma hesitated, then asked, “Do you ever wonder if it’s all worth it? The stress, the battles?”Ethan leaned back

The days following Victoria’s visit were a mix of tension and determination for both Ethan and Emma. Victoria’s reappearance had stirred old wounds, but it had also brought something else into focus—Ethan’s need to move forward, both physically and emotionally.Emma could see the frustration building within him. Despite his cold exterior, he was a man who valued control over his life, and being confined to a wheelchair only heightened his sense of helplessness. But she wasn’t going to let him give up.---“Ethan, we need to step up your therapy,” Emma said one morning as they sat at the breakfast table.Ethan glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Step it up? I’m already doing everything they ask me to.”Emma folded her arms. “You’re doing the basics. If you really want to walk again, you need to push yourself harder.”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Emma, I get it. But you’re not the one dealing with the pain.”“I’m not,” she admitted. “But I’m the one who believes in you,

Ethan sat in his study late at night, the weight of recent events pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. His company was in shambles, the board of directors was still divided, and now Emma—the one person he thought he could rely on—was slipping through his fingers.He stared at the pile of documents in front of him, trying to piece together the threads of the conspiracy that had brought him to this point. His mind wandered to Emma’s words from earlier: “I don’t need protection. I need honesty.”Honesty. How could he give her that when the truth about his past would only drive her further away?---Meanwhile, Emma sat in the guest room she’d claimed for herself since their latest argument. The house was eerily silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Sleep was elusive as her mind replayed every moment of the last few days.She had tried to understand Ethan, to see past the walls he had built around himself. But every step closer to him seemed to push her f

The car ride back to the mansion was silent. Emma glanced at Ethan every so often, watching the hard set of his jaw and the way his fingers gripped the armrest of his wheelchair. She wanted to say something, to offer comfort, but she knew that Ethan needed a moment to process everything.When they arrived home, Ethan didn’t wait for the staff to assist him. He maneuvered his wheelchair out of the car with practiced ease and headed straight for his study.Emma followed closely, her heart heavy. She hated seeing him like this, defeated, even if only temporarily. Ethan had always been a force to be reckoned with, a man who refused to bow to anyone.Once inside the study, Ethan parked his wheelchair by the window and stared out at the sprawling gardens. The tension in the room was palpable.“You don’t have to bottle it all up, you know,” Emma said softly, breaking the silence.Ethan didn’t turn around. “What’s the point of talking about it? It won’t change anything.”“It might not change