All Chapters of My Disabled Billionaire Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Simone's POVI gripped the handles of the parallel bars in front of me and positioned my feet carefully beneath my knees before taking a deep breath. The exercise looked deceptively simple, but every time I attempted it, I was reminded of how much strength I had lost over the years.“Come on,” I muttered to myself.I leaned forward, shifted my weight through my feet and pushed against the bars, slowly lifting myself from the wheelchair. My legs immediately trembled beneath me, and for a moment, I wasn't sure they would hold, but I tightened my grip and forced myself to remain upright.I stayed there for a few seconds before lowering myself back into the chair.One.I rested briefly before trying again. The second repetition was no easier than the first, and by the fifth, sweat had already begun forming along my forehead. My thighs burned, my arms were taking more of the strain than I wanted, and my breathing had become heavier, but I refused to stop.By the time I reached the tenth re

Simone's POVBreakfast was quieter than usual because my mind was already occupied with the conversation I intended to have with my doctor. I had spent the past few days thinking about the company dinner and what it would mean for me to appear in front of the board after being absent for so long, and the more I thought about it, the more obvious one problem became: I couldn't imagine wheeling myself into that room and pretending that I was completely comfortable with the situation. I knew I wasn't going to regain everything overnight, but I also knew that I couldn't continue treating my wheelchair as though it was the final destination of my life.Arlene seemed to notice that something was bothering me, although she didn't question me during breakfast. She simply stayed beside me and allowed me to have my thoughts, which was one of the things I appreciated most about her. When we were finally ready to leave, Jordan drove us to the clinic as he usually did, and I spent most of the jour

Arlene's POV I folded my arms, “You weren't exaggerating.”He glanced at the desk. “I told you.”“You also haven't slept properly, have you?”“I do sleep.”“Sleeping for two or three hours doesn't count.”He gave me a tired look, but I walked closer to his desk and picked up one of the books, “You've been studying all night again.”“I have a lot to cover.”“Let’s go to bed. You can cover it tomorrow.”“I can't. I have already planned out how tomorrow is going to be and I can't change it now.”I placed the book down and looked at him. “Simone, you need to rest. You've been doing this for weeks, and you're putting too much pressure on yourself.”He rubbed the back of his neck and turned towards the desk.“You don't understand.”“Then explain it to me. Maybe I will.”He sighed before looking at me, “I've been away for years, Arlene. Things have changed while I was gone. Market strategies have changed, the way companies operate has changed, and even the way people manage certain aspects

Arlene's POVI woke up the following morning with Simone's confession still fresh in my mind, and for several minutes, I simply lay there staring at the ceiling while I tried to make sense of everything he had told me the previous night. I had spent months believing that every improvement I saw in him was the result of the rehabilitation we had encouraged him to continue, and although I knew his therapy had helped him regain strength and confidence, I had never imagined that he had been capable of standing and taking a few steps long before I knew about it.Part of me was still hurt that he had kept such a huge secret from me, but the more I thought about his explanation, the more I understood why he had done it. Simone had spent years feeling as though his father was waiting for him to recover so he could be pushed straight back into the life he had abandoned, and I could understand why he had wanted something that belonged entirely to him, even if that meant hiding his progress from

Cheryl's POVI had been looking forward to seeing Arlene's reaction when I brought her the flowers, so I spent most of the afternoon in the garden choosing the freshest ones I could find. The gardener had already taken care of most of the flower beds, leaving the garden looking bright and colourful, and because there weren't many people around that part of the estate, I enjoyed wandering between the flowers whenever I had some free time.I had gathered a small bunch and was reaching for another flower when I heard voices coming from behind the house. At first, I assumed it was one of the servants talking, so I didn't pay much attention, but the voices became quieter as I moved closer, almost as though whoever was speaking didn't want to be overheard. Curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully walked towards the back of the house until I reached the corner where I could hear the conversation more clearly.I immediately recognised Maya's voice.She was standing a short distance awa