روايات وقصص ضمن A Crippled Wife In A Cold Marriage

His eyes reflected sincerity, just like when you see someone speak and you can feel trust in their words, that's how I felt at that moment, although I couldn't trust him just like that. "And then who was it? “I asked full of doubts. “There is no doubt that it is Marina's work, but she will listen to me, and if you ask me, I will throw her out of my side. A person who is capable of abusing others is not worthy of being called my blood." “Would you throw her out for me? I asked puzzled. “You are my wife and as such I want to treat you. I don't care if you still don't love me, or if you despise me as a man for being in this wheelchair, I will…”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“Mom, enough! We're here to talk, and that's why she's also here. She doesn't like how you treat her, and I don't also, mom, so please listen to what we have to say.” She scoffed. “Listen? You want me to listen to this cheap thing who chose to marry a crippled just so she can eat his money up?” “Mom! That crippled was your son. How could you even– ugh!”

“But I'm not abandoning you to be humiliated like you're doing right now. You can't just marry me and dispose me off like thrash because you're offering me enough money to last me for almost a lifetime.” “I'm not a commodity, Alex. Tell me, what is so wrong with me that I can't stay as your wife? I'm not asking for your love or attention, but I came into this marriage thinking I could have something stable with you, even if we had started on the wrong foot. I was desperate, okay? But I won't let you treat me like this.” She narrowed her eyes at me. Alex stared at her, his face Stoic.

Alone. She was pregnant, and I didn’t even know. Her losing our child was entirely my fault. If I hadn’t gotten in that accident, if I had just fought harder to remember what my heart already knew. She was my world. My everything and I lost her. Now I’m outside her door, listening to her cry. Every time a sob slipped out, it felt like someone drove a nail through my chest. Again and again. I’ve never felt so fucking useless in my life. It took me so long that she’s now married to my cousin. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. My own cousin. And I can tell he doesn't feel even a little affection for her. He married her for something else, not love.

With all eyes on him, the garden becomes quiet. He exclaims in a venomous voice, "To my crippled brother and his lovely wife." His smirk is a taunt as if we can't see Dario's wheelchair, and the word "crippled" stabs. I feel a wave of rage. "What sort of brother do you have?" I whisper in my voice. Richard dismisses me with a laugh despite his narrowed eyes. Dario's face is calm but pallid as his hand grips his chair more tightly. With a sparkling voice, Viola steps in.

Right for her to be, because she could watch the man she married take everything away from me without saying a thing so she should expect that I would never allow her to act all intimate with me. I tossed her hand away before cleaning mine with a napkin like her touch was dirty. I saw how she went from scared to hurt but I didn't care. " You still haven’t answered my question Edgar. What the hell are you doing here?” I raised my head and stared at her eyes through the mirror again. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Her voice was now barely a whisper. I scoffed. "Yeah right. You can keep your worry for that husband of yours because we both know that Edgar Kincaid cares about noth

A bastard who had not called or even visited his wife for almost anyone who had a mental case, what sort of disgusting freak was that? “Cut that crap out. Which baby? You are just a barren womb. What baby do you have? If Chloe was not so disappointing, do you think I would call you disgraceful? Carmen, don't you feel the slightest bit of shame? Do you even respect me as an alpha, as your husband?” “Husband, our child…our child.” I continued to shriek like a mouse. Days of practice had made me quite very vast in the skills of a mentally challenged person.

She dropped to the floor and burst into uncontrollable sobs before the camera. "You all see what she's done, don't you? This woman humiliated our family at the wedding, and now she's gone and ended my grandson's life herself!" She pounded the floor as she cried, her voice hoarse. "My son risked everything to save someone. He's stuck in a wheelchair, while she waltzes right in here after killing our grandson! Where is the justice in this? Please, everyone, help us! Don't let her get away with this!

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.