All Chapters of Betrayed but Married to a Disabled Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next day, Arabella hesitantly stepped into the café where she had agreed to meet Mike. She still couldn’t fully understand why she had accepted this invitation. Was it out of gratitude? Or maybe, deep down, a part of her wanted to hear Mike’s explanation about everything?As soon as she entered, her eyes immediately found him. Mike was already seated in the corner of the room, with two cups of coffee on the table. Just like before, he still exuded an air of calmness, but there was a hint of exhaustion in his gaze.“Arabella,” Mike stood up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat.”Arabella nodded and sat across from him. Her eyes flickered to the cup of coffee he had prepared for her. “You still remember that I like this coffee?”Mike’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Of course. I remember many things about you.”Arabella held her breath. She didn’t want to be dragged back into the past. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked, get

After that strange dinner, Arabella planned to head back to her room. She was already tired of Harry’s rollercoaster behavior—sometimes warm, sometimes cold, and suddenly a storm that could erupt at any moment.However, just as she was about to step out of the dining room, Harry’s deep voice stopped her.“Arabella, there’s one thing you need to remember.”Arabella sighed inwardly, but turned back to face him. “What now?”Harry looked at her from his wheelchair, folding his arms across his chest. His expression was serious, but there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.“As long as you’re my wife, you can’t associate with any other man.”Arabella blinked, trying to make sure she hadn’t misheard. Then she chuckled. “Wait, what do you mean? Are you serious?”Harry nodded casually. “Of course. I don’t want my wife to be bothered by other men. I know how men’s minds work.”Arabella stared at him for a moment, then laughed harder. “Harry, you do realize we’re not married because of love, ri

That afternoon, the sky hung low and grey, and a damp breeze drifted in from the garden. Harry sat in the living room, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. An open book lay on his lap, though his mind had wandered far from the pages.Arabella still hadn’t replied to his message. Was she really that busy?The front door suddenly swung open without warning. A woman appeared on the threshold, clad in a beige coat with her golden waves tumbling gracefully over her shoulders.“Celine?” Harry’s brows furrowed. “What are you doing here again?”Celine stood still for a few seconds, as if holding her breath. Then she stepped inside slowly, clutching a brown folder in her hands. “I know you probably hate surprise visits. But… I didn’t know where else to go.”Harry let out a sigh, gesturing with his chin toward the seat across from him. “Sit down. Say what you need to say—and then leave.”“Harry, I came to apologize.” Her voice trembled as she slowly lowered herself into the chair.Harry drew a dee

The second floor of the grand mansion was unusually quiet that night. The only sounds that broke the stillness were the cooing of doves in the courtyard and the steady ticking of the clock on the desk.Inside the study, Harry sat in his wheelchair, eyes fixed on his laptop screen, his expression focused and composed, as always. An hour ago, he had just wrapped up a virtual meeting with an international client regarding a potential partnership with a foreign firm.A soft knock on the door broke the silence.Harry glanced toward it, his voice calm. “Come in.”The door creaked open slowly. Arabella stepped in, carrying a tray with a cup of warm tea and a small plate of freshly baked peanut cookies.“I figured you haven’t had anything to drink yet,” she said gently as she walked over. Her steps were hesitant, but she wore a warm, almost shy smile.Harry looked slightly surprised but nodded. “Thank you... Just set it on the side table.”Arabella placed the tray on the small table next to h

The sky hung heavy with gray clouds as Arabella’s weary steps dragged her out of the construction site. Her eyelids drooped. Her breath came short. The world around her spun slowly—like a bad movie being played in slow motion. Her body was drenched in sweat, despite the cool air. A gust of wind blew, hinting at the rain that would soon fall. She clutched her burning forehead, vision blurring.“I need to get home…” she whispered faintly. But her body was no longer listening. Within seconds, she staggered.“Mrs. Arabella, are you alright?” called Jimmy, who had been walking a few steps behind her. Harry had instructed him to escort her home.Arabella never answered. Her body collapsed onto the paving stones.Jimmy rushed forward, stunned to see the boss’s wife unconscious. Without wasting a second, he carried her to the boss’s car and immediately called Harry. Following his instructions, Jimmy headed straight for the best hospital in the city.One Hour LaterThe rhythmic beeping of a mo