Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1604:

Frowning, Hardy set his drink down and strode over to her. “What’s wrong?”

She hastily wiped at her eyes, forcing a shaky smile. “It’s nothing. Just lost in thought. Feeling a little down.”

Hardy exhaled, the sound a mixture of a sigh and resignation. “I told you, I’ve got your back. You don’t have to carry everything alone.”noveldrama

Tracy glanced up at him, her fingers still swiping away the last of her tears. “When you fished me out of the ocean, did you ever think I would turn into this much of a headache?” Hardy’s mind drifted back to that day.

He could still see Tracy—clinging to a broken hunk of plastic, barely conscious, her body bobbing with the waves. Even from a distance, he knew she was on the verge of letting go.

He had been out on a rented skiff, just a guy trying to enjoy a quiet day of fishing when fate intervened.

Later, he learned that she had been caught in a rip current, sucked out to sea, and left at the mercy of the elements. By some miracle, she had found that debris and managed to hold on—for four agonizing hours.

At the time, he had been awed by the sheer luck that had kept her alive. Surviving such a harrowing ordeal felt nothing short of miraculous.

He had assumed that after staring death in the face and surviving, she was meant for something extraordinary.

He hadn’t expected her to become the target of someone’s malice.

For a month, Tracy had fought to recover—physically, yes, but more than that, she had clawed her way out of the darkness that had nearly swallowed her whole.

But trauma didn’t just fade. It lingered, festered. And in Tracy, it had hardened into a smoldering anger, a hunger for revenge that wouldn’t let her rest.

Hardy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He had saved her once, and somehow, that had tethered them together. Now, she felt like a daughter he hadn’t asked for, but one he couldn’t stop worrying about. “You’re a handful,” Hardy admitted with a sigh. “But hey, I’ve learned to live with it.”

Tracy shot him a sharp look. “I miss Elyse. And I know she misses me too.”

Hardy raised a skeptical brow. “Funny, I haven’t heard Elyse say a word about that. What makes you so sure?”

Tracy sniffled, then smirked. “It’s our bond. You wouldn’t get it.”

Hardy chuckled. “So if you know she misses you, why not just go see her?”

Tracy got worked up. “I told you, that’s a whole different problem! Don’t mix things up!” She huffed, then pivoted abruptly. “Anyway, let’s eat. I’m starving!”

Hardy shook his head but sat down to eat. No point arguing with her when she got like this.

Once their plates were scraped clean, Tracy stretched her arms overhead and let out an exaggerated yawn. Then, just as suddenly, her eyes lit up. “I’m getting so sleepy after meals lately! Do you think I could be pregnant?” she blurted out, excitement crackling in her voice.

Hardy’s gaze flicked to the empty dishes. He exhaled heavily. “Or maybe—and hear me out here—you just inhaled enough food to feed a small village, and now you’re in a food coma?”

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