Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

You Know You Are Married, Right

Elyse's mind went blank, leaving her at a loss for words.

In the blink of an eye, Jayden released Elyse.

Elyse was stunned. The weight pressing down on her vanished, leaving behind a void of warmth.

She felt empty inside.

"Send me the location, and I'll swing by to get you," Jayden said to the person on the other end of the line before ending the call.

When he turned back to Elyse, she had turned away, her back facing him.

This was her silent fury.

Jayden felt a pang of guilt. Before leaving, he leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong this time. I'll make it up to you when I get back."

With that, Jayden changed clothes, settled back into his wheelchair, and wheeled out of the room, paying no heed to her reaction.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Elyse felt a stifling sensation welling up inside her, an

uncomfortable lump lodged in her throat.

After lying in bed for a while, she sat up, using her hands for support,

and donned the pajamas Jayden had removed earlier.

Suddenly, she noticed a damp spot on the bed, a remnant of their intimate moment.

Biting her lip, she felt a mixture of shame and anger

"Jayden, you are such a jerk!" she muttered bitterly, yanking the covers over herself. Jayden could go anywhere he liked. It was none of her business!

After leaving home, Jayden made his way to the bar, flanked by his bodyguards. Upon arrival, he spotted a woman surrounded by a group of men, who tried to take the woman away.

Jayden shot a meaningful glance at the bodyguards, who promptly understood his silent

command and advanced to escort the men away.

Approaching, Jayden fixed his gaze on the drowsy Corrie Bates leaning against the chair. He paused for a while before asking, "Are you asleep?"

Corrie remained motionless.

Looking at the litter of empty beer bottles on the table, Jayden sighed. Taking action, he grabbed

the ice bucket and tipped its contents over her head.

Startled by the sudden chill, Corrie sat up abruptly, her drunken haze dissipating.

When she met Jayden's unfeeling gaze, she was stunned for a moment. Gathering her thoughts,

she pointed at Jayden and asked, "Did you just pour ice on me?"

Jayden offered no apology, his tone even as he stated, "Get up. I'll take you home."

Defiantly, Corrie crossed her arms, pouting. "No way. I'm not ready to call it a night. I want another drink!"

Without hesitation, she lifted the half-empty bottle of beer from the table and downed its contents ina single gulp.

Seeing her actions, Jayden frowned and said, "It's been a year since we last met, and you are still the same."

Eyeing Jayden thoughtfully, Corrie's gaze eventually settled on his legs. Sighing, she reminisced, "I didn't expect you to still be confined to that wheelchair after all this time. I miss the days when you could stand tall and proud. You were so handsome!"

With a belch, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts. "Talking to you makes me not want to go home even more. I need to round up our old friends for a drink. It's been too long."

Corrie and Jayden had known each other for years. They shared mutual friends, such as Peyton. Currently on holiday, Peyton initially hesitated when he received Corrie's call. However, after learning of Jayden's presence, he hurried over.

Upon arrival, Peyton found a group of guys he hadn't seen in ages already gathered, engaging in lively conversation and drinks with Corrie.

Jayden was indeed present.

However, he sat alone in a wheelchair, detached from the group's banter. He exuded an aura of isolation and loneliness.

Peyton rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He approached him and asked, "What brings you out here instead of being at home? You are not one to frequent bars."

After all, since Jayden got married, they hadn't frequented bars together like they used to. They usually gathered in Peyton's basement.

Jayden's demeanor was notably chilly, signaling his sour mood.

With a chilly expression, he explained, "She called, claiming she was too drunk and needed a ride home."

Peyton was taken aback. "And you actually came?"

Leaning closer, Peyton whispered, "When you were leaving, did Elyse know you were meeting another woman?"

Jayden responded calmly, "She did."

"Fuck!"

Ina disappointed tone, Peyton continued, "Buddy, you know you are married, right?"

Looking at Peyton with a mixture of incredulity and annoyance, Jayden retorted, "Of course, I know I'm married."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Silence settled between them as Peyton pondered whether this idiot before him was his friend.