All Chapters of Married To The Disabled CEO : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ethan sat by the large window in his study, staring out at the garden as the winter sun cast long, golden shadows on the frost-kissed grass. His once proud and commanding presence had been softened by months of rehabilitation and reflection. Yet, deep inside, the embers of his determination still burned, fanned by Emma’s relentless support.Emma entered the room with a steaming cup of tea in hand, her footsteps light but purposeful. She set the cup on the table beside him, her gaze lingering on his face. He looked better now—healthier, more alive—but the weight of his recent trials still rested heavily on his shoulders."How are you feeling today?" she asked gently, pulling a chair closer to him.Ethan turned to her, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Better, thanks to you. I’ve been meaning to say..." He paused, his fingers tracing the edge of the armrest. "You’ve done more for me than anyone ever has. I don’t know how I can repay you."Emma shrugged, her expression teasing. "You

The confrontation with Emma’s parents left an unsettling feeling in the air. Though Ethan had driven them away, their presence was a reminder of the ghosts from Emma’s past—the people who had always seen her as nothing more than a pawn. But this time, she wasn’t alone. She had Ethan by her side.That morning, Emma found herself lost in thought as she prepared breakfast. She hadn’t expected Ethan to stand up for her so fiercely, and the way he had shut down her parents with no hesitation had sent a strange warmth through her chest.She was used to fighting her battles alone, hiding her pain behind a calm façade. But now, Ethan was fighting for her. Protecting her.“Thinking about yesterday?” Ethan’s deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.She turned to see him leaning against the counter, his sharp eyes studying her. His presence alone was enough to make her heart race.“I just didn’t expect them to show up,” she admitted. “And I didn’t expect you to—”“To throw them out?” he finished

Emma had been feeling off for the past few days. It started with small things—waking up feeling nauseous, sudden cravings for foods she usually avoided, and an overwhelming sense of fatigue that made even simple tasks seem exhausting. At first, she blamed stress. Between taking care of Ethan’s recovery and navigating their complicated marriage, exhaustion was inevitable.But then came the dizziness.This morning, as she stood in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water, the room spun. She gripped the counter, steadying herself."You okay?"Ethan’s deep, commanding voice came from behind her.She turned to face him, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, just tired."His sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. "You’ve been tired a lot lately."She waved him off. "Taking care of a stubborn man like you is exhausting."Ethan smirked, leaning against the counter, his cane resting beside him. His legs were getting stronger, but he still needed support. He studied her, his gaze lingering.Emma grabbed a

Ethan sat at his desk, his fingers tapping against the polished wood as he stared at the door Emma had just walked out of.Something was off.He had seen that look in her eyes before—hesitation, fear, like she was holding something back. And he hated it.Emma had always been easy to read. She wasn’t like the women in his business world who played games with their words and expressions. She was straightforward, sometimes frustratingly so.But tonight, she had lied to his face.Ethan leaned back in his chair, his mind replaying every interaction they had over the past few weeks.The fatigue. The sudden sickness. The way she avoided his gaze when she thought he wasn’t looking.Something was definitely wrong.And he was going to find out what it was.A Subtle InvestigationThe next morning, Ethan made a call."Jake," he said as soon as his assistant answered."Sir?""Find out what’s going on with Emma."There was a brief silence before Jake replied, "You want me to investigate your wife?"

Ethan sat at his desk, the papers before him blurred as his thoughts raced, all centered around one overwhelming truth.Emma is pregnant.The news had hit him like a freight train, and the aftermath had left him standing on the edge of something he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. His world was built on control—on everything going according to plan, on every move being calculated and executed flawlessly. But this? This was the one thing he had never planned for, never saw coming.His gaze lingered on the empty chair across from him.It had been two days since Emma had told him about the pregnancy, but his mind had yet to fully catch up. Two days of trying to make sense of the chaos, two days of Emma’s silence and the cold distance he had put between them.He wanted to be angry. Wanted to lash out. How could she keep something so monumental from him? But something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name, was clawing at him. The more he tried to ignore it, the stronger it became. The