A Crippled Wife In A Cold Marriage Novels & Stories

“I know you already know my son is crippled. That’s why you are refusing to stay married to him. He got crippled in an accident and his chances of having a child are very slim, as he is crippled from his waist. Due to this, the family fear he won't be able to provide an heir and now his uncles are planning to take the company from him due to this fact. I know you don't care, but I know you really want to leave this marriage.” “I didn't pick you to marry my son because you are pretty, I picked you because I want you to help my son have an heir,” Kelly explained to Jane. “So I am here to produce babies,” Jane said as realization hit her. Not only was she married off to a cripple, but she was a

"You're wrong Sophie. You're forgetting that I'm not the same woman I was years ago. I didn't have the capacity to fight back then, but I do now." "What do you mean?" "Damian. Before he died, he asked me to marry him. He knew he was dying so we had a court marriage. I'm his wife on paper. He did it so I would inherit everything he left behind. He left me quite a huge amount of money, properties and shares. I'm not the poor, helpless woman I was then. I felt guilty back then because I couldn't reciprocate his feelings for me so I didn't want to accept his money. I guess I'll need it now to protect my child."

She looked Alicia over and said, “I almost didn’t recognize you. Life as the wife of a cripple isn’t all that bad, is it? You’re living well, eating well, taking good care of yourself. I wonder if you bother to make your husband look as good as you do.” Alicia tapped the table, saying nothing at first. As her knuckles drummed softly, she nodded to herself and kept her eyes on the stage, where several performances were underway. The event hall was crowded, yet everything unfolded with precise order. Winnie clenched her fists when Alicia didn’t reply to her. She sneered. “Don’t think too highly of yourself. Today you’re married; tomorrow I might be. And I’m not going to marry a cripple like yo

Elizabeth replied sharply. “Thinks about how to live without depending on a husband who is incapable, irresponsible, unable to provide, unable to guard his eyes and his heart. A husband who stays silent when his wife is humiliated, insulted, beaten nearly to death. A husband who is busy with a seductress, heartlessly neglecting his own sick child until that child died.” Every word was the truth. Martin could not refute any of it. “I wanted to work, but you forbade me. You said you would provide for me—until I was buried in debt.”

She saw my open eyes and started to cry again. “I come back to this?! For goodness sake, Sal. Why didn’t you tell me?” “M-my…my baby…” Amanda’s face cracked. Her eyes widened with grief and her lips wobbled. She grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. My chest exploded in a numb pain. “No…” “I’m sorry, Sal. They tried, they really did. But it was too late and nothing could be done.” Nothing could be done. Nothing… I turned my head to the ceiling, my eyes filling with tears. The one good thing to come out of this marriage…gone. And just like that, the dreams I had of us being a happy family shattered and turned to dust.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

“Ray, apologize to Dale right now. If you do, I’ll keep you around for old time’s sake.” During our seven-year marriage, we had no children. The problem wasn’t me, but Krystal—her underdeveloped ovaries made it impossible for her to conceive. I kept the truth from Krystal to protect her pride, taking the fall for our childlessness. Alas, my commitment to her was thrown back in my face. Locking my gaze onto her, I hissed through gritted teeth, “Krystal, the problem lies with you. You’re infertile from defective follicle development.”

"You're not mafia anymore. You're not even a memory. You're nothing. Just a crippled husband and his broken wife, left to rot in some gutter." "Enjoy your marriage." —— Three Months Later. Winter in Chicago is bitter cold. In a rundown apartment in the slums, you could hear screaming and fighting every night. Vito Ricci had a stroke the night he lost everything. He was now paralyzed, forced to lie in a moldy bed and watch the son he was once so proud of turn into a monster. Marco was completely broken. With no money and no power, he drowned himself in cheap booze. And every night, when he was drunk, he took all his anger out on Bianca.

Isabella Sinclair was supposed to marry the man she loved, but on her wedding day, he abandoned her at the altar for her stepsister. What a disgraceful ending for a woman who had given him everything! But Isabella knows something nobody else does. She has transmigrated into the body of a villainess from a romance novel she once read, and she remembers how the original Isabella’s obsession with her unfaithful fiancé eventually destroys her life. She loses her reputation, her inheritance, her family, and ultimately, her life. This time, she refuses to become a victim of someone else’s betrayal. When her father offers her a marriage arrangement with Damien Blackwood, a powerful billionaire

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av