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Chapter 25

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CLARA

When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight was already streaming across the floor. I got out of bed, washed my face, and dressed in one of the simple, soft sweaters and dark trousers Luke had brought up the evening before. The bruises on my wrists were fading to a dull yellow, and my knees hardly hurt at all.

When I stepped into the hallway, Mrs. Gable was waiting for me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Vance," she said, dipping her head. "Mr. Vance is waiting for you in the ma
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  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 30

    CLARAMrs. Gable stood near the door of the dressing room with her head bowed and her hands clasped tightly together. Her knuckles were white, and she refused to meet my gaze. The silence between us was so thick it felt like cold glass, fragile and ready to shatter at the slightest sound."Mrs. Gable," I said in a gentle, hushed voice, stepping carefully toward her in my heels. "You don't need to be afraid. I gave you my word, and I will keep it. I will not say a single syllable to Gabriel about what you said."The older woman flinched slightly, her shoulders tightening. She took a slow, trembling breath and looked up, though her eyes remained lowered toward the collar of my gown."Thank you, child," she whispered, her voice still rough with fear. "You are kind, but some secrets are like fire in this house. Even a spark will burn everything down. Let us go downstairs. Mr. Vance does not like to be kept waiting."She reached out with a trembling hand, turned the brass knob, and opened

  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 29

    CLARA"If you truly want to walk into that house," Gabriel said, his deep voice smooth and deliberate, "then we will not go quietly. And we will certainly not go on their terms.""What do you mean?" Gabriel tapped his fingers once against the polished mahogany wood. "My mother and the elders are expecting me to bring an abused girl in oversized sweaters who stares at her shoes and cowers whenever someone speaks loudly. They want to look down on you. They want to pick you apart to prove that I have lost my mind. We are not going to give them that satisfaction."He pressed the communication button on his console. "Mrs. Gable."The double doors of the dining hall opened almost immediately. Mrs. Gable stepped inside, folding her hands neatly over her apron. "Yes, Mr. Vance?""Cancel Clara's afternoon rest," Gabriel commanded. "Call the styling team that arrived with the fashion houses earlier. Take Clara upstairs to the dressing salon. I want her dressed up completely."Mrs. Gable nodded

  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 28

    CLARA "It is not meaningless if it weakens your authority," I replied, leaning slightly forward and meeting his stormy eyes. "Your mother said they are questioning your competence because of me. If you refuse to show up, they will tell everyone that you are hiding me. They will claim that you know you made a mistake, that you are ashamed of your wife, and that you are too weak to defend your choice."Gabriel’s brow furrowed, a faint spark of annoyance flickering in his eyes. "I do not care what a room full of spoiled parasites thinks of me, Clara. I have spent two years ignoring their gossip. My results speak for themselves.""This is not just gossip, Gabriel," I urged gently. "You told me yesterday in your study that the person who poisoned your tea did not do it for a single business deal. They did it because they want to destroy you from within. Thomas already confessed that Julian paid him to put that toxin in your cup. Julian is part of that family. He is likely sitting in that

  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 27

    CLARAThe shrill, demanding voice of Gabriel’s mother lingered in the air long after she finished speaking. The silence that settled over the dining table was sharp and heavy.Gabriel did not raise his voice. He leaned toward the phone, his eyes flat and completely cold."Clara is my wife, not an animal brought in for your entertainment," Gabriel said, each word deliberate and unyielding. "You have no right to inspect anyone, and you will not summon me anywhere. If the family elders have questions about Vance Enterprises, they can bring them to the formal shareholder assembly. As for my private life, none of you have any business in it.""Gabriel! How dare you speak to your mother like that!" the woman shrieked through the small speaker. "The Vance bloodline is not a joke! You took an uneducated beggar off the street and put our name on her! The family council has already drafted a petition to challenge your competence if you refuse to—"Gabriel did not wait for her to finish. With a

  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 26

    CLARA "You made a deliberate comment about her background," Gabriel cut her off, his voice slicing like a razor. "Let me make something clear to you, and to every member of the domestic staff in this room. Clara is not a guest. She is not a servant. She is the lady of this house. If you cannot treat her with the utmost deference and care, you will not only be stripped of your position here, but I will also ensure you never find employment in this city again."Ruby’s knees trembled so badly that she nearly dropped the teapot onto the floor. "I am sorry, Mr. Vance! I am so sorry, Madam Vance! Please forgive me!""Give the pot to Mrs. Gable," Gabriel ordered coldly. "Report to the estate manager, take your wages for the week, and leave the property before noon.""Mr. Vance, please!" Ruby gasped, tears springing to her eyes."Get out of my sight," Gabriel commanded.Mrs. Gable took the teapot from the girl's trembling hands and gave a sharp nod to the two guards standing near the dining

  • Cherished by My Cripple Husband   Chapter 25

    CLARA When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight was already streaming across the floor. I got out of bed, washed my face, and dressed in one of the simple, soft sweaters and dark trousers Luke had brought up the evening before. The bruises on my wrists were fading to a dull yellow, and my knees hardly hurt at all. When I stepped into the hallway, Mrs. Gable was waiting for me with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Vance," she said, dipping her head. "Mr. Vance is waiting for you in the main dining room." "In the dining room?" I asked, surprised. "I thought he always ate alone in his office." "He does," Mrs. Gable replied, her eyes twinkling with quiet amusement. "He has eaten alone every day since his accident. But today, he explicitly asked for you to join him downstairs." I followed Mrs. Gable down the grand staircase and through the wide archway leading to the dining hall. The room was massive, dominated by a long polished mahogany table that could seat thirty people. At t

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