All Chapters of Cherished by My Cripple Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CLARA The sun was shining brightly through the wide glass windows of my bedroom when I woke up the next morning.A soft knock echoed through the quiet room."Come in," I said, pulling the robe around my shoulders.The door opened, and Mrs. Gable walked inside carrying a large silver tray. The mouth-watering smell of fresh food immediately filled the whole room.When she set the tray down on the table near the fireplace, my jaw almost dropped. There were fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, hot golden pancakes, fresh fruit, warm toast, butter, and a tall glass of orange juice. It was a massive breakfast—far more than one person could ever finish."Good morning, Clara," Mrs. Gable said with a polite smile."Good morning, Mrs. Gable," I replied, staring at the feast on the table. "Is... is all of this for me?""Yes, child," Mrs. Gable answered, nodding her head. "Mr. Vance ordered this specifically for you. He mentioned that you are far too thin and weak, and he strictly commanded that y

CLARA The car doors opened, and Luke quickly brought Gabriel’s electric wheelchair around to his side. Two guards helped Gabriel move smoothly into the seat. I stepped out of the vehicle right behind him, my face still burning red from the embarrassing hug I had given him moments ago.I clutched my new iPhone tightly in my hands, following close to Gabriel’s side as we entered the grand glass doors of the luxury shopping mall.The moment we walked into the main store, the store manager and three personal shoppers rushed over, bowing their heads respectfully. The entire place was completely empty of other customers. Gabriel’s men had already cleared the building so we could shop in total privacy. No one in the city wanted to offend Gabriel Vance, and no one was allowed to shop while his wife was inside."Welcome, Mr. Vance," the store manager said nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "How may we serve you today?"Gabriel didn't even look at the man. He gestured toward

GABRIEL I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my suit jacket pocket. The call with my business associates had taken longer than I wanted, but the problem was solved.I turned my electric wheelchair around and drove back toward the grand glass entrance of the luxury store. Luke walked silently beside me, his hand resting near his concealed weapon, keeping his sharp eyes on the street.As I entered the main floor, I expected to see Clara waiting for me near the front registers. I expected to see bags filled with expensive clothes packed neatly on the counter, and my little wife standing there looking shy and beautiful in one of the elegant outfits we had picked out for her.Instead, I saw a crowd of people gathered around the far end of the hallway.The store manager, three personal attendants, and Anna, the young maid we had brought from the mansion, were all standing tightly outside the wooden door of Clara’s dressing room. They were crowding around the entrance, their faces p

CLARA The guards didn't dare ask another question. They turned on their heels and quickly marched back down the long hallway, their footsteps fading into the distance until the doors clicked shut behind them.Silence returned to the dark corridor.I sat back on my heels, my knees shaking uncontrollably from the brief encounter with death. My hands were trembling as I looked down at Gabriel.Gabriel let out a slow, tired breath. The fierce anger in his eyes slowly faded, leaving behind only exhaustion and pain. He looked away from me, staring at the floor beneath his face."Why didn't you run back to your room?" he asked quietly, his tone no longer harsh. "You heard them. They would have shot you.""I couldn't just leave you here." He didn't answer right away. He lay there for a few seconds, processing my words. In his world, people only helped each other if they wanted something in return. Money, power, or revenge. He had spent the last two years surrounded by guards who feared him,

Deep inside the thick forest far away from the noisy city center, there stood only one small wooden house. It sat completely alone, surrounded by tall pine trees, green bushes, and the soft rustle of wind through the leaves. No cars ever drove down this quiet dirt path. No city lights reached this dark, peaceful woods.Inside the small back room of the house, a woman lay motionless on a simple wooden bed, covered with a thick hand-sewn blanket.She looked pale and thin. Her face was completely still, her eyes closed as if she were lost in a deep, endless sleep. A small candle burned softly on the wooden bedside table, casting a warm, gentle glow across her peaceful features.Standing around the wooden bed were four people: an old couple with silver hair and their two grown sons.The old man, Thomas, held a small bowl of warm water and a clean white cloth. His wife, Martha, sat on the edge of the mattress, gently wringing out another wet cloth to place on the sleeping woman’s forehead.