บททั้งหมดของ Cripple Billionaire Husband : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 109

The knock on Carl’s apartment door was soft but persistent.He hadn’t left the place in days, hadn’t answered calls, hadn’t shown up to class. His world was unraveling slowly, thread by agonizing thread. The weight of everything—of Emmy, of his mother’s secrets, of the firestorm of guilt inside him—pressed against his chest like a boulder he couldn’t escape from.When the knock came again, he forced himself to move.He opened the door to find Emmy standing there.Soaked from the light drizzle outside, eyes tired but blazing with quiet purpose, her hand clutched something: a letter, aged and worn, with faded ink and a trembling weight.“I need you to read this,” she said, voice barely a whisper.Carl didn’t move.Her lip quivered slightly. “Please.”He stepped aside.She walked in, placed the letter on his kitchen counter, and waited.Carl eyed the paper like it was poison. “What is this? I know my father is not a true Langston, you don't need to come rub it in my face.”“I know that t

The letter was unmarked, folded neatly in a plain white envelope slipped under Emmy’s door sometime during the night.She found it just before leaving for class.There was no greeting. Just one cold line written in red ink:*“End things with Carl… or he’ll pay for what he did.”*Her stomach dropped. Tucked inside was a crumpled newspaper clipping. She unfolded it with trembling fingers.*“Fatal Crash: Local Woman Dies Swerving to Avoid Child.”*Her eyes scanned the faded text. The date was over a decade old. It described a tragic accident involving a child running into the road. A woman, swerving to avoid him, had crashed head-on into a tree. Died on the scene. The boy’s identity had never been made public.Emmy’s chest tightened. What does this have to do with Carl?***That night, Emmy stormed into his apartment, the envelope in her hand. He was on the couch, half-asleep with the TV still on.She didn’t say a word at first. She simply tossed the letter onto his lap.Carl blinked, sa

The sound of the rain against the window was steady, almost rhythmic. Emmy stood at the threshold of the living room, her heart racing as she saw Carl and his girl in an embrace. Then the memory suddenly struck her. The girl in the picture. Maddie. Emmy had seen that face before…a diary or a picture? She wasn't sure, but she knew she meant something to Carl. Was it his ex?Their bodies were too close, the kind of closeness that only familiarity could breed, and it hit Emmy harder than she ever expected. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. The girl, Maddie, was taller than Emmy, with dark hair that cascaded like a waterfall down her back, her hands resting on Carl’s shoulders as he pulled her in. From this angle, it looked innocent—like a greeting, but Emmy didn’t believe it. The hurt surged, and she turned sharply on her heel, fleeing the room before either of them could see her face.She couldn’t breathe. The air in her chest was tight, her pulse quickening with every step

Emmy sat in the back of the car, the world outside a blur of rain and shadows. The weight of Carl’s news pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. Carl’s mother, arrested. And now, her own mother’s name dragged into a web of lies and betrayal. The promise of their perfect weekend, the quiet moments they shared, was shattered in an instant.Her thoughts spiraled in a thousand different directions. How could this be happening? How could her mother, her everything, be involved in something so dark, so destructive? She wanted to scream, to lash out, to deny it all, but she knew deep down, the truth couldn’t be ignored. Carl’s hand rested on hers, but the touch did little to calm her. She was slipping away, drowning in her own confusion.“Emmy, we’ll get through this,” Carl’s voice was low and steady, but even he couldn’t hide the tension that gripped him. “I’m here. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”Emmy swallowed hard. “But my mother… she can’t be a part of this. She’s everyt