Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1757:noveldrama

She let her words settle before continuing. “But now, you’re not alone anymore. You have me. You have people who care about you. Even if you feel lost, even if you struggle to find meaning in all of this, you’re no longer paralyzed by fear. That’s why this child is making you feel conflicted.”

Tracy stared at her for a long moment, then let out a soft laugh, eyes filled with something between amazement and disbelief. “That’s incredible. How do you understand me so well?”

Elyse smiled, warmth in her gaze. “Peyton and I put our heads together. We wanted to help you, so we analyzed everything.”

Tracy frowned slightly, intrigued. “But Peyton’s a surgeon, isn’t he?”

Elyse nodded. “He is. But he’s been studying psychology on the side.”

Tracy looked puzzled. “Why? Is he planning to quit surgery?”

Elyse hesitated for a beat before answering. “At first, he just wanted to understand Jayden better. He noticed how much Jayden had buried himself behind walls, how unhealthy his mindset had become. So he started reading, learning, trying to figure out what was really going on… from scratch.”

Tracy absorbed that, surprised. “Now that you say it, Peyton and Jayden really are close, huh?”

“They are,” Elyse confirmed with a small nod.

As Tracy’s thoughts drifted, another realization struck her. Elyse had been discussing psychology with Peyton just to understand her.

A lump rose in her throat. She parted her lips, but for a moment, no words came out. Then, in a voice thick with emotion, she whispered, “We are still best friends, right?”

Elyse chuckled, amused. “Of course we are. We’ve always been.”

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Tracy pouted, her voice carrying the smallest trace of vulnerability. “That’s exactly why I didn’t want to see you back then. Every time I do, I can’t keep it together. I just want to lean on you. But the revenge is my own battle. I want to handle it myself, settle everything before I come back to you. But in the end…”

Elyse pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed at Tracy’s tears with gentle care. “It’s a good thing your plan didn’t work out,” she murmured. “It gave me the chance to be here for you. Can you even imagine the weight of that guilt if you had gone through with it? Tracy, you’re the kind of person who stops to feed every stray animal you see. If you had really done something like that… it would have destroyed you.”

Tracy broke down again, but this time, her sobs carried a different weight—one of release. The dam inside her, the one that had held back all the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, finally cracked open. She cried until her chest ached, until there was nothing left to spill.

When she finally caught her breath, she sniffled and wiped her face. “I’ve made such a mess of things. I don’t even know where to go from here. Lowell’s reaction… it blindsided me. And this child… I don’t know what to do.”

Elyse’s voice was soft but steady. “What’s on your mind?”

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