All Chapters of Cripple Billionaire Husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

The silence between them was louder than any storm Emmy had ever known. The room, once warm and full of secret glances and forbidden tension, now felt like a cage—small, suffocating, and lined with walls built from half-truths and growing suspicion.Carl sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his eyes stormy and unreadable. Emmy stood a few feet away, arms wrapped around herself like a shield.She hadn't meant to come here. She’d told herself she was done—done chasing feelings that confused her, done ignoring the whispers in her head that warned her Carl carried something darker than desire. But she’d come anyway. Because despite it all, she missed him.He broke the silence first. “You shouldn’t be here.”His voice was low, sharp around the edges. It was a warning. Maybe even a plea.“I know,” she whispered. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”Carl closed his eyes, the conflict in him pulling every line of his face taut. “That’s not a good idea, Em.”“You keep saying that. A

The sun was beginning to dip behind the college rooftops, casting golden streaks across the quad. Emmy stood alone near the fountain, the autumn breeze tugging at her coat sleeves. It had been four days since Carl disappeared. Four days since she told him the truth about Danny. Four days of silence.She’d gone through every emotion—anger, fear, betrayal, longing—and now she was just… empty.He’d vanished the way someone disappears when everything they believe shatters. And Emmy hadn’t heard a single word from him since.Her heart twisted again.“Emmy?”She turned. Theo.He looked tired, his face softer than usual, like even he had aged over these past few days.“I thought I might find you here,” he said, stepping forward. “You okay?”She managed a half-hearted nod. “Trying to be.”Theo nodded, his hands tucked deep into his pockets. “I haven’t heard from him either,” he said after a long pause. “But I know he’s not okay.”Emmy looked at him warily. “Do you hate him?”Theo sighed. “I d

Theo wasn’t supposed to be back. Not this soon, not after everything.Emmy stared at him across the coffee shop table, her fingers wrapped tightly around her warm mug, barely touching the drink. Theo’s jaw was tense, his eyes shadowed with urgency.“Your family's company is about to be hit with a lawsuit,” he said quietly. “It’s fake. Manufactured. And it’s coming from Carl’s mother.”Emmy blinked. “What? How—why?”Theo leaned closer. “I think she’s doing it to ruin the Langstons. And to get to you. Alicia, Carl's mother.”For a moment, Emmy felt like she was underwater, the air sucked from her lungs. Everything had been… quiet lately. Too quiet. After the chaos of Carl’s disappearance and return, after their tearful reunion and rekindled passion—she had foolishly let herself hope that maybe the storm had passed.Theo slid a manila folder across the table.“She’s using an offshore holding company to file it, but I traced the signatures back to one of her shell corporations. Carl doesn