Married To My Fake Disabled Husband

e number on the ta

a block of ice. The sterile corridors of Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital were filled with the smell of

n the shiny plastic floor. Her gaze remained fixed on the medical

low and hesitant. "There was a pr

he bill. She had known for

ques

y flashing in her eyes. "Yes. The hospital's fin

ed into a cold knot. The Knight f

ls stepped on the marble floor, her voice full of aggression, as if decla

uits-their shoulders too broad for a dress to be. The expensive and s

ze slowly swept over Alice's body, resting on the simple, practical tre

. Her expression is a plain a

dignity. But look at you-clinging to this family like a leech, exhausting our resources just to maintai

ed by a sudden wave of heat. But her express

filled with her self-satisfied sense of superiority. "Are you going

ctly trimmed fingers tryin

e was a

ively-a smooth, effortless movement. Her hips rotated slightly, shif

fingers wrapping around Belinda's wrist. Her grip was like st

escaped Belinda's

ed up, their hands reac

aze. "Touch me again-" Her voice was so weak it was almost whispering, bu

actly what terrified Belinda. She saw something in Alice's eyes she had neve

staggered back, her face pale from a mix of shock and anger. "You're just t

Two bodyguards followed closely beh

he adrenaline to fade. Then he took another drag. The burning heat faded, leaving only a cold resolve. She turned

with a gentle prompt, revealing an empty passenger car

es, a hand suddenly slapped the rubber edge

ed open and sl

e of dark molded carbon fiber covers the upper part of his face, revealing only a cold, unsmiling mouth. A wave

the, only observing him out of the corner of her eye, while quietly shifting

, sealing the two inside.

nce, then again, emitting a bu

int "pop," the

d into almost c

ievable-one moment he was by the door, the next he was clo

against the cold metal wall of the elevator. The immense pressure cut off h

fear. Only cold

h rough whispers, sounded in her

new

se. Her fingers rummaged through the pockets of her trench coat, touchin

-a classic trick, pretend

ease. It happened in an instant. Tha

is throat-that would have been too predictable, too tightly guarded. She sidestepped and swung

he blade missed the main target but

urprise, yet unsettlingly pleased. That is the sound

e emergency lights flickered and lit, cast

or doors slid open, leading to

scene before the man was gone. He blended into the crowd of evening vis

, gasping for breath. Her eyes were fixed on the direction he had disappeare