Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1465:

Tess’s face crumpled, her voice a mixture of heartbreak and indignation. “Why do you cling so tightly to those memories? Did I never do anything good for you? Have you forgotten all my kindness?”

Jayden’s voice carried a bitter edge as he asked, “Kindness? Is that what you call it? I remember coming home as a child, eager to see you. But you were already expecting Bryce. You and Dad were completely absorbed in him, counting down the days to his birth, barely noticing I was even there. All I wanted was a hug, but you recoiled, treating me like I was a bad omen that might somehow…”

Tess struggled to find the right words, her emotions rising as Jayden’s anger continued to burn. “You pushed me away, and Dad slapped me so hard I hit the floor. He called me a jinx and said I should never have come back. And you? You just stood there smiling, like none of it mattered.”

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the space between them. “Didn’t you realize, after that day, I stopped wanting to come home altogether?”

Tess furrowed her brows, struggling to piece together the distant memory. The details eluded her, perhaps because she had never thought them worth remembering.

She placed a hand over her chest, her voice rising in indignation. “Bryce is your younger brother, Jayden! How can you hold onto such petty grievances?”

Jayden’s eyes darkened, his voice as cold as winter’s frost. “Petty grievances, you say? Is that really all you see?” His expression turned hollow, like a dying ember extinguishing in the night.noveldrama

“Of course, it’s petty!” Tess snapped, her frustration bubbling over. “You’ve been stubborn and small-minded since you were a child. Bryce has always been the forgiving one, the peacemaker. He agrees with whatever we say without complaint. You could stand to learn a thing or two from him.”

Jayden sat silently for a moment, the stillness suffocating. When he spoke again, his voice was soft but unyielding. “I never wanted to be your son. From the moment I severed all ties with the Owen clan, you ceased to be my mother.”

Tess’s face paled as she tried to comprehend his resolute tone. Desperation seeped into her voice as she pleaded, “How can you be so ungrateful? Everything your father and I did was for your own good! Do you think we didn’t feel the pain of sending you away to Enzo? It broke our hearts!”

Jayden’s gaze didn’t waver, his voice cutting like a blade. “If it hurt so much, why didn’t you ever come to see me? Aside from the occasional obligatory family gatherings, you never showed up. Let’s not kid ourselves. I’ve always wondered why you can’t just admit it—you and Dad never loved me.”

Tess’s voice softened, tinged with desperation. “How could you even question that? We have always loved you. We thought, with time, you’d come to understand our good intentions. But instead, you see us as if we’re strangers—or worse, enemies.”

Jayden let out a mirthless chuckle, shaking his head. “Enemies? No, you’re not my enemies. To call you that would be giving you too much credit. Enemies are equals—worthy of a fight. But you? You’re not even that to me.”

Tess’s composure snapped. She stormed to the desk, slamming her hands down with a thunderous crack. Her voice was sharp, almost feral. “I am your mother! Do you—”

Tess’s voice grew louder, filled with frustration as she tried to make Jayden understand. “Do you even understand what that means? I carried you, bore you into this world! You should be grateful I gave you life and didn’t cast you aside when you were born. I gave you everything—over twenty years of stability, food, shelter. And how do you repay me? By daring to say I treated you poorly? No matter how I’ve ignored, scolded, or criticized you, I am your mother, and you owe me. Your duty is to care for me until the day I die.”

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