Semua Bab Betrayed but Married to a Disabled Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Harry quietly took in the aroma of the food. He tried to appear indifferent, but his ears caught every sound from the kitchen—the sizzle of the frying pan, the clatter of plates, even Arabella’s light footsteps.A few minutes later, Arabella appeared with a plate in her hands. She placed it on the dining table before turning to pour a cup of black coffee.“It’s ready,” she said softly.Harry glanced at the breakfast on the table. The pancakes looked soft, drizzled with glistening honey. Scrambled eggs sat golden and fluffy on the side of the plate.Arabella watched him closely, trying to read his reaction. But Harry simply sat down, picked up his fork, and started eating without a word.The only sound in the room was the faint clinking of his fork against the plate.Arabella sat across from him, sipping her coffee, sneaking glances at Harry. He ate calmly, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee. His silence wasn’t due to displeasure—Arabella was sure of that. In fact, there was somet

Arabella had just stepped out of the elevator on the seventh floor of Anderson Corporation, carefully pushing Harry's wheelchair. The office was bustling with activity—the sound of hurried footsteps and hushed conversations filled the air. Harry appeared calm, though there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.Suddenly, from behind, a beautiful blonde woman strode quickly forward and, without hesitation, took over Harry’s wheelchair, shoving Arabella’s hands away as if she were merely an attendant. The force nearly sent Arabella stumbling.“I’ll be the one pushing him,” the woman declared firmly, treating Arabella as nothing more than an employee.Arabella was momentarily stunned but quickly realized who the woman was. Celine. Harry’s ex-fiancée. The woman who had abandoned him after he became paralyzed.Harry looked even more shocked than Arabella. His eyes widened as he saw Celine standing behind him.“Celine? What are you doing here?” His voice was heavy, a mix of shock and disbelie

That morning, Arabella woke up earlier than usual. She stepped into the kitchen with a newfound determination, something she hadn’t felt in months. The crisp morning air flowed in through the window, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.She took a few ingredients from the fridge—eggs, bread, and a few slices of smoked beef. With practiced ease, her hands started preparing a simple breakfast. It didn’t take long before a plate of omelet, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee were neatly arranged on the dining table.When Harry entered the kitchen in his wheelchair, he froze at the sight. Usually, the chef prepared his meals, but this time, it was Arabella who had done it.Arabella had already asked the chef for permission to prepare breakfast for Harry.“You cooked?” Harry asked, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.Arabella shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “I just felt like doing something useful this morning. If you don’t like it, I can—”“I’m not rejecting

Harry sat in his room, lost in thought. Again, he always felt guilty whenever he raised his voice at Arabella. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. Seeing Arabella’s hurt face seemed to pierce his heart.“Am I overreacting? But... I don’t want to fall in love again.”Harry wrestled with his inner turmoil. He feared opening his heart to another woman. He didn’t want to give Arabella false hope either.Wait, the sudden image of Celine appeared in his mind, making him hesitant. Did Celine truly regret leaving him when he needed support from those closest to him?Harry took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying hard to calm himself. Deep down, Celine’s name still lingered in his heart.That night, Harry lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had tried to close his eyes several times, but his mind kept wandering to one name, Celine.He still loved her.Or at least, that’s what he had always believed. But when Celine returned and begged for a second chance, doubt be

Celine crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “So? Are you going to kneel and apologize, or are you going to pay for the bag?”There was a reason Celine spoke that way. No one in the boutique believed Arabella when she said she would pay for the luxury bag right away.Arabella clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her palms. Her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling with restrained anger. She could feel the stares of everyone around her, waiting to see if she would give in to this humiliation.Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Arabella spoke again, pressing down her frustration. “I’ll pay for it.” Her voice was firm, though slightly shaky.The crowd watching began to murmur. Some looked surprised, while others held back mocking smiles. Carla sighed and shook her head, as if Arabella’s decision was nothing but foolish.“Oh?” Celine raised an eyebrow, looking a bit disappointed. “Really? You’re going to pay ten thousand dollars? Hmm, i