Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1733:

Jennie beamed, happiness radiating from her.

After finishing their dessert, Brook didn’t linger. He grabbed his suitcase and left.

The moment the door shut behind him, Jennie’s joy drained away.

Her smile vanished, her chest tightening with an ache she couldn’t suppress. Tears welled in her eyes.

A deep sense of helplessness washed over her as she whispered, “Why do you have to be so kind to me? The more I care about you, the harder it is to walk away.”

Silent sobs wracked her body, tears slipping down her cheeks and vanishing into the plush carpet.

She collapsed onto the couch, letting her sorrow consume her. Eventually, after crying herself dry, exhaustion took over.

A couple of hours later, it was nearly time for her meeting with Corrie. Shaking off the lingering sadness, she freshened up in the bathroom before heading out. She arrived on time, but Corrie was nowhere in sight.

Jennie assumed she’d show up soon, but an hour passed before Corrie finally appeared.

Far from apologetic, Corrie flashed a careless smile. “You’re so early. Now I feel bad for making you wait.”

Sliding into her seat, she smirked. “So, how’s it going with Brook? I’ve given you plenty of time to rekindle his feelings.”

Jennie sighed, shaking her head. “Camille is still living in his villa, while I’m kept in an apartment. Right now, I’m just someone he spends time with. If I want to turn his heart away from Camille, I need more time.”

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Corrie paused mid-stir of her coffee before looking up with a slow, icy smile. “More time? I’ve already given you over two weeks. And yet, Camille is still in that house?”

Jennie’s face paled. “I’ve done everything I can, but I can’t force him to feel something that isn’t there.”

Corrie’s expression darkened. Without warning, she slapped Jennie hard across the face.noveldrama

The impact sent Jennie tumbling to the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to push herself up.

Corrie glared down at her. “You call that trying your best? If you had, Camille would be gone by now. You’re slacking off. You’re disobeying me.”

Jennie clutched her burning cheek, her voice unsteady. “I swear, I’ve done everything I can to win him over.”

“Not good enough!” Corrie slammed the table, fury twisting her features. “I don’t just want you close to Brook—I want you to have him completely under your thumb. And Camille needs to disappear.”

Jennie lifted her head, and for the briefest moment, she thought she saw something monstrous lurking behind Corrie’s eyes. Noticing Jennie’s fear, Corrie…

Corrie grabbed Jennie’s chin, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Don’t even think about backing out now.”

Jennie trembled from head to toe. “You forced me into this! You couldn’t get rid of Camille yourself, so you dragged me into your mess. And now that I’ve managed to stay in Brook’s life, you’re acting like I haven’t done enough? You failed, yet you have the audacity to judge my efforts?”

Corrie’s face twisted with rage. She struck Jennie again, even harder this time. Both sides of Jennie’s face were now swollen, the sight enough to make anyone wince.

Corrie sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Since when did you think you had the right to challenge me?”

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