All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The days that followed seemed to blur together for Ethan. Every morning, he woke up to the same heavy burden, the same mountain of work, and the same overwhelming pressure. His body ached from the long hours of physical therapy and the emotional exhaustion of constantly fighting against the inevitable. Yet, each time he looked at Emma, something in him shifted—something that made him want to keep going.Emma had become his anchor, his reason to push through the dark days. She had started to take charge of his daily routines—her presence was a source of both warmth and stability. But even more than that, Emma had begun to fill a role in his heart that he hadn’t known was missing. Her quiet strength, her gentle support—it was something that softened the rough edges of his world, making everything a little bit more bearable.Yet, Ethan couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he was holding her back. He had come to care deeply for her, more than he had ever expected to, but the weight of

The rain had stopped by the time Ethan and Emma ventured outside, a cool breeze rustling the leaves of the trees that lined the driveway. It was early afternoon, and although the sun was struggling to break through the clouds, there was a renewed sense of energy in the air.Ethan had been through the most difficult part of his journey: the realization that he couldn’t just return to the life he once had, but had to build a new path for himself. But now, with Emma at his side, things seemed a little more possible, a little more hopeful.As they walked together toward the garden, the soft sound of their footsteps on the gravel echoed in the quiet surroundings. Emma was unusually quiet, her thoughts deep, as if she was processing everything that had happened over the last few months. Her heart was in a whirlpool of emotions—love, fear, hope—but most of all, a deep sense of affection and gratitude for Ethan.She glanced at him as they walked, her eyes soft. The transformation in him was e

The sky had turned a pale orange as the evening settled in, casting a warm glow over the room. Emma sat beside Ethan, the steady rhythm of his breathing soothing her. He had been quiet for a while, lost in thought, something she had come to notice when his mind was preoccupied.She hadn’t seen him this focused in weeks, maybe months. The projects they had started together were beginning to show potential, and the spark of hope in his eyes was something she hadn’t seen in a long time. It felt good to see him this way, driven and eager, even if it wasn’t the grand return to his previous life he had imagined. They were building something, piece by piece.“Penny for your thoughts?” Emma asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.Ethan blinked, his gaze shifting from the window to her. His lips curled into a small, appreciative smile. “Just thinking about how far we’ve come.”Her heart swelled with warmth. “We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”He nodded, his fingers brushing ligh

Ethan sat at the edge of his bed, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. His gaze shifted toward the parallel bars that had been set up in the corner—a constant reminder of the road ahead.Emma entered the room, carrying a tray of breakfast. She smiled warmly, setting the tray on the table near him. “Morning, Ethan. Ready for today’s therapy?”He groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Do I have a choice?”“Nope,” Emma replied cheerfully, pulling up a chair beside him. “You promised me you’d give it your all, remember?”Ethan huffed but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “You’re relentless, you know that?”“And you’re stubborn. A perfect match,” she quipped, handing him a glass of juice.As they ate in companionable silence, Emma’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing.“What is it?” Ethan asked, noticing the change in her expression.“It’s

The morning light spilled through the tall windows of the estate’s dining room, illuminating the tension hanging in the air. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his wheelchair angled slightly as he scrolled through reports on a tablet. His expression was one of grim focus, the flicker of frustration evident in the way he tapped the screen harder than necessary.Across from him, Emma sipped her coffee quietly, observing him. She could tell he was building up to something, a storm brewing beneath the surface.“Is everything okay with the reports?” she asked cautiously, breaking the silence.Ethan’s jaw tightened as he set the tablet down. “No, it’s not. The interim CEO is already making moves to liquidate assets. Assets I specifically fought to protect.”Emma frowned. “That’s reckless. What’s his endgame?”“To make himself and the shareholders richer at the company’s expense,” Ethan growled. “And if I don’t act soon, there won’t be a company left to save.”Emma placed her cup down and l