My Husband Has No Hands

The day I moved into Riverfront Residences, I became public enemy number one in the entire community.

It all started with my neighbour, the influencer "Sexy Innocent Yvonne" who had over a million followers on Tok Tik.

Right now, she was holding a phone stand right outside my door, crying her eyes out, making people sympathize with her.

"Chat, I can't take it anymore! I thought there were only good people in this community, but it turns out there's a right animal living here!"

Yvonne tugged at her collar, which was already as low as it could go, showing off loads of skin and some pretty shocking red marks on her neck.

She pointed at my tightly shut door, yelling, "The man who lives in this apartment looks like a nice guy, but half an hour ago, he molested me in the elevator!

"He knew there was no signal in the elevator, so he not only verbally harassed me, he also pinned me to the wall. He used his hand... used his hand to clamp my mouth shut, and with the other hand he tried to rip my dress...

"If the elevator door hadn’t opened just in time, I would've... I would've..."

At this point, she seemed overwhelmed with emotion. She squatted down and started bawling.

The livestream's viewer count skyrocketed to over a hundred thousand.

Comments flooded in, filled with outrage.

[What the heck! How can he be so brazen in broad daylight?]

[Rich people like that are the worst! They think they can do whatever they want just because they have a bit of money!]

[Call the police! You must report this! Lock that pervert up!]

[The wife can’t be any good either, letting her husband get away with this. She's just hiding inside like a coward!]

Outside, Yvonne’s mother, Jenny Shaw, turned up too.

This old lady could act even better than her daughter. She banged on the door and wailed into a megaphone.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?!

"Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag!

"If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!"

The noise was giving me a headache.

I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine.

Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

I gently patted his shoulder and said softly, "It’s alright, just a few barking dogs. I’ll handle it."

Chris's body trembled.

A pang of sorrow hit me.

Five years ago, in that mall fire that shocked the whole country, he went in and out of the mall three times as the fire brigade captain.

The last time, to save a trapped little girl, he was hit by a falling beam. It not only ruined his face but also took both his arms.

For the past five years, we've been living a peaceful and comfortable life with the compensation money and the money I made from earlier investments.

To provide him with a better rehabilitation environment, I specifically moved to this large apartment with a river view.

Who would have thought that on the very first day we moved in, we would be framed like this?