Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582:

Elyse averted her gaze, rubbing her arms as discomfort prickled her skin.

“Did you resolve things with Corrie?” Jayden questioned, eyebrow raised.

Brook stroked Camille’s hair affectionately. “Naturally. But even if | hadn't, would it matter? Could anything

change how | feel about her?”

He gazed tenderly at Camille. “I'm no fool. | recognize what's truly precious.”

Elyse stepped out of the lounge to use the restroom. As she reached the door, she found Corrie already waiting

for her.

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Elyse didn’t spare her a glance. She simply dried her hands, turned on her heel, and made to leave.

But Corrie’s voice, dripping with malice, stopped her in her tracks. “Are you proud of yourself?”

Elyse paused, her expression turning cold as she met Corrie’s gaze. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Corrie’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her face brimming with ill intent.

“You must be so pleased,” she sneered. “A child's death, and suddenly, you've secured your place in Jayden’s

and Brook's hearts. | really envy you. That move was brilliant. Why don’t | have a mind as cunning as yours?”

Elyse froze, her breath catching. For a moment, she struggled to process Corrie’s words. Then, the weight of

them sank in.

Rage surged through her as memories flooded back—the cold sterility of the operating room, the searing pain,

the helplessness of feeling life slip away from her body.

Corrie, seeing Elyse momentarily lost in thought, pressed on. “Everyone calls you beautiful and kind-hearted. But

wasn't that poor child just a stepping stone for you to climb higher?”

Without hesitation, Elyse strode forward and struck her across the face. The slap was sharp and decisive, leaving

Corrie momentarily stunned.

Elyse’s eyes were ice-cold. “Who do you think you are to speak tolike that?”

The force of the blow left a burning imprint on Corrie’s cheek. Her shock quickly turned to fury.

“How dare you hit me, you disrespectful wretch!”

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She lunged, ready to strike back, but Elyse saw it coming. With the sunflinching resolve, she delivered

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another slap, just as fierce as the first.

Corrie staggered, her face now burning on both sides.

Elyse’s voice was calm but razor-sharp. “Disrespectful? Take a good look at yourself. Why should | respect you?

Do you really think Brook will marry you? Camille is way better than you.”

That struck a nerve.

Corrie had chere hoping to taunt Elyse, to see her crumble in pain and fury. But the tables had turned.

Elyse wasn’t breaking. She was fighting back.

With a slow, mocking smile, she continued, “Do you really believe you can marry into the Owen family? You're

delusional. Brook would never choose you. If | were you, I'd have left long ago, instead of clinging to a fantasy

and humiliating myself.”