All Chapters of The Disabled CEO is my Husband. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Mom, Dad… please. The admissions are open, and I passed. Please help me with $20,000 so I can pay my school fees and secure my admission spot,” Elise said, her voice trembling as she knelt on the cold, tiled floor of the living room. Her clasped hands and pleading eyes showed how much she needed their help. Margaret, her mother, barely looked up from her magazine, as she continued flipping a page with a bored expression. Her father’s gaze shifted briefly to her, but the indifference in his eyes felt worse than outrightly saying no. “We’ll give you the money,” her father, Charles, said at last, setting down his coffee cup. Relief washed over Elise, but it was fleeting and only for a moment. “On one condition,” he added, his voice sharp. “You’ll marry Alejandro Mendoza.” The words hit Elise like a slap. She froze, her heart sinking as she processed what he’d said. “What are you saying, Father?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Marry? But I don’t even know him! Father, d

Elise leaned forward, her face illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, but she didn’t notice. Her browser was cluttered with tabs, each one opened to medical research papers, forums, and videos on nerve damage and paralysis. She tapped her pen absently against her notebook, which was now covered with frantic scribbles and underlined phrases.“Come on, there has to be something,” Elise muttered to herself, scrolling past another dense medical article. Her eyes moved back to her notes, where she had scrawled the words nerve compression. She tapped her pen faster. “It’s not impossible. It can’t be.”Her mind raced as she replayed the moment she saw Alejandro’s leg twitch. It had been faint, almost not there, but it was. She’d thought little of it at the time, but now it seemed very important. “If the nerve was completely severed,” she whispered, “there’d be no movement at all. Right?”She opened a new tab and began typing furiously. “Nerv

The house was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. Elise stood in the kitchen, carefully arranging a tray with a steaming teapot and a plate of crackers. It had been eight months since she first stepped into Alejandro’s life, and she had grown accustomed to the quietness of his home. Her fingers brushed the edge of the teapot as her mind wandered. Alejandro had made incredible progress and was walking now though not for long, and he still needed the support of a cane. It made her happy to see him reclaiming his strength. Yet, it also filled her with a quiet dread. The contract’s terms had been clear: Help me recover, and this marriage is off. Now that he was getting better, she wasn’t sure how to live a life that did not include him. “Elise?” Alejandro’s deep voice called her from her reverie. He had been watching her for the longest time with a smile on his lips. Elise glanced up to find him standing by the door, leaning against his cane. “I