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Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1713
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Chapter 1713: Lowell heard footsteps and eagerly turned around, his heart pounding with anticipation. Her features were still concealed beneath a mask that covered most of her face. She stood there, her eyes gleaming, a quiet smile playing on her lips.

Unable to contain his excitement, Lowell exclaimed, "Babe, is this the surprise you mentioned? I can hardly wait!" Tracy's smile deepened. "I've prepared not one, but two surprises for you tonight. One of them is hidden in the living room-you'll have to find it yourself." Lowell admired how effortlessly she kept things thrilling, and his anticipation surged to its peak. His voice brimmed with eagerness as he asked, “Can I see your face now?" Tracy gave a gentle nod. "Of course, you can take off my mask." With a mixture of eagerness and nervousness, Lowell stepped closer. As their gazes met, an unexpected shyness gripped him. He took a few deep breaths, steadying himself before gently lifting the mask from her face.

For months, he had imagined countless versions of the face hidden beneath. He knew she wasn't unattractive, but just how beautiful she might be had remained a mystery. But the moment her face was fully revealed, the smile on his lips faltered. The mask slipped from his trembling fingers and fell soundlessly to the floor. Everything around him faded into silence. The air grew thick, his heartbeat a deafening drum in his ears. He parted his lips, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. "You... you're Tracy." Tracy's soft smile never wavered. She held his gaze, reading every flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Yes," she said simply. "It's me." gvlis your update hub Lowell's breath hitched. He took a step back, then another, and another—instinctively putting space between them. His mind reeled. Horror crept into his voice as he stammered, "How are you here? Where's my girlfriend? No... You You fell. You fell off that cliff. You didn't survive." Tracy arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. "I am your girlfriend. We've been together for months, Lowell. Every single day, every single night. Don't you recognize me?" Lowell shook his head vehemently, his mind refusing to accept what his eyes saw. "No... this isn't possible. You're not her. Where is she? Did you do something to her? Are you here for revenge?" With slow, deliberate steps, Tracy moved closer. "Revenge?” she mused, her voice laced with something unreadable. "I love you too much for that. Have you truly forgotten? Every night, you holdclose, whispering sweet words, tellingover and over how much you love me."

Lowell's face darkened. Those words-those tender confessionsThe had spoken them countless times. But how could the woman he cherished be Tracy?

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Eventually, the weight of reality pressed down on him, forcing the truth into focus. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. "So that's why you never showedyour face. You were afraid I'd find out who you really are."

Tracy's lips curled into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming. In a soft voice, she murmured, "Lowell, does it really matter who I am? My love for you is unwavering, unshaken. So What if I'm Tracy? Haven't I been by your side, devoted and true? If you can accept that, nothing else has to change." She let her words linger before adding, "Didn't you promise me? Once your work was done, you'd takeon a trip abroad. I remember every single thing you promised."