Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1624

Chapter 1624:

Hardy yanked a Coke from the fridge, popped the tab, and took a deep, satisfying swig. As he turned, he nearly

dropped the can.

Tracy sat there, tears streaming down her face—big, heavy ones that glistened under the kitchen light.

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.”

Tracy glanced up at him, her fingers still swiping away the last of her tears. “When you fishedout of the

ocean, did you ever think | would turn into this much of a headache?” Hardy’s mind drifted back to that day.

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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 smiracle, 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 becthe 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.

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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 | know she missestoo.”

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

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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 hearout here—you just

inhaled enough food to feed a small village, and now you're in a food coma?”