Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Harassment

Egan and Kieran were rather relentless in their demeanor towards Elyse

Peyton, unable to bear the situation any longer, stepped forward to her defense. "This celebration is for Elyse's birthday. Why persist in seeking Jayden?"

Sensing the need to take charge, Elyse halted Peyton's intervention with a poised gesture.

She recognized that resolving the issue lay squarely on her shoulders, failure would only make her a laughingstock, as the two men undoubtedly anticipated.

Summoning the regal strength within her, Elyse projected an air of authority. "I extend courtesy to you if you are here to offer genuine However, if your presence is solely to seek

Jayden in the guise of celebrating my birthday, I request your patience in the lounge. I shall

arrange a meeting with him at an appropriate time."

Her gaze swept across the assembly with unwavering resolve "For those keen on meeting Jayden, kindly acpany these gentlemen"

Following a brief pause, a guest spoke up "Tin here solely to extend my birthday wishes, Mrs Owen, with no ulterior motive"

Others in attendance echoed similar sentiments

'As more guests voiced their intentions, Kieran and Egan, adamant about meeting Jayden, found themselves isolated.

Recognizing the inopportune moment to cause further disruption, Kieran relented. "In Jayden's absence, what more can be said? Mrs. Owen, happy birthday."

Though Elyse inwardly bristled at Kieran's sarcasm, she refrained from retaliation.

Confronting Kieran would only serve to underscore Jayden's absence

from her birthday celebration.

Hence, Elyse endured the moment with stoic posure, refraining from engaging with him.

Observing the scene, Peyton's indignation mounted, questioning Jayden's whereabouts. Elyse

had been subjected to ridicule, yet Jayden remained conspicuously absent.

With resignation that Jayden would not return to assist her in hosting, Elyse posed herself and resumed greeting the guests.

She remained vigilant, deflecting inquiries about Jayden with grace

and diplomacy, thereby safeguarding their dignity and pride.

As the evening progressed, Elyse courteously entertained numerous guests, discreetly navigating around inquiries regarding Jayden's absence.

Though lacking the brazenness of Kieran and Egan, these guests harbored parable motives.

In the absence of any overt revelations, Elyse chose to maintain the facade of normalcy, adeptly shielding both her dignity and Jayden's

At last, Elyse found a moment of reprieve, retreating to a secluded corner. However, her solitude honor.

With two glasses of wine, Egan gracefully extended one to Elyse, who accepted it with poise. "What can I do for you?"

Egan's gaze danced over Elyse, admiring her curves and charming waist. After a delicate sip of wine, he asked, "I must confess my curiosity. Such elegance as yours begs the question: why Jayden?"

Observing the glint of anticipation in his eyes, Elyse gracefully maintained her posure, subtly from his proximity.

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"Perhaps it was destiny," she replied calmly.

Egan's gaze traced the contours of Elyse's figure, from head to toe, like

a painter admiring the delicate lines of a masterpiece.

He couldn't deny that Elyse possessed a captivating, graceful silhouette.

His eyes blazed with desire. "Don't you think it's a waste for you to be Jayden's wife? You're

worthy of a finer man."

Elyse remained resolute. "Jayden is the epitome of goodness in my eyes."

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Egan's face was a picture of lust. His hand went out to Elyse.

A tremor of fear swept through Elyse as she instinctively retreated, finding herself cornered. The

chill of the wall at her back sent a shiver

Down with her spine

Egan, sensing her fear, found a perverse thrill in her vulnerability.

For Egan, the shadow of past failures loomed large-his futile attempts to best Jayden in business and personal vendettas. Furthermore, his

younger brothers also harbored resentment towards Jayden.

In Egan's heart, a fierce desire burned-to finally conquer his rival.

At last, he thought he had a chance.

And if it meant winning Elyse over, Jayden's wife, he would gladly seize the opportunity to strike at Jayden's pride.

Egan's laughter echoed wildly. "Why not spend a night with me? I'll show you the essence of a true gentleman."

But before his hand could reach Elyse, a sudden, forceful yank sent Egan crashing to the floor, his

cries of pain piercing the

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"Jay... Jayden," she stammered, her voice betraying her terror.

Seeing Elyse's distress, Jayden's heart softened with pity.

"e to me!" Jayden beckoned gently.

Slowly shaking off her stupor, Elyse gathered her resolve, lifted the folds of her dress, and hastened to Jayden's side.

Jayden, enfolding her in his protective embrace, fixed Egan with a

chilling glare.

Struggling to rise, Egan, nursing his wounded pride, leaned heavily against the wall.

Upon laying eyes on Jayden, Egan's lips curved into a disingenuous smile. "Mr. Owen, it seems

even with your physical limitations, your fiery temper remains intact."

"How dare you touch my wife! I'll make you pay for your insolence!" Jayden growled through But Egan, feigning innocence, refused to acknowledge his wrongdoing. "What have I done to deserve this? You're the one hurting me, aren't you?" he countered, his words laced with deception.

Jayden emitted a disdainful snort, his expression remaining stoic. "If you seek vengeance, confront me directly," he manded, his voice resolute.

And with that veiled threat hanging in the air, Jayden departed with Elyse by his side.

Egan watched their retreating forms, his features contorting into a growing mask of