A Crippled Wife In A Cold Marriage Novels & Stories

Morgane fiddles with her beautifully polished nails, without looking up. - You married a cripple, I'm sure it's not a good life for you, is it? - It's none of your business, speak softly Mia. She asks again: - Is George here? Morgane looks up and stares at Mia for a moment. - You're skinny as a nail. Your husband, a cripple, doesn't love you either, does he? Mia sneers. Thanks to Joseph's "disability", she was able to return. If Morgane knows that Joseph is not crippled, will she regret not having married her daughter to him?

How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

"But Raymond St Daniels is still in a coma, how is it possible for me to marry him?" Both parents exchanged a secret glance. Her mother was the one that spoke up. "Raymond St Daniels has awaken from his coma. But the doctors said he'll be crippled for the rest of his life." Mari's heart felt like it had turned to ice. He's awake? Crippled? For the rest of his life? The words echoed in her mind, sending a chill take hold of her entire being. She felt a flutter in her chest. Dancing butterflies in her stomach. Excitement or foreboding, she couldn't say which.

Jonathan raised his shoulders as he looked down at Lorenzo. “He is the man… you married?” He asked, in contempt. “Yes. My husband, Lorenzo,” she answered pridefully. “A crippled?” When Lorraine suddenly burst into laughter drawing attention to them, Leilani frowned. “This… man?” She asked, amidst laughter. Of course, they were mocking her that her husband was crippled. And they probably would not stop doing that just to have leverage over her like they always do. “If I were you, I might actually kill myself before I settle for… a person like this,” she frowned.

"I have no business coming there; if you want to talk to someone about the contract, then talk to my wife. You can't choose to ignore her or see her in another light. She is as important as I am to the company and has the same right as I do to the company. So I want you to give her the same treatment and respect you would have given to me if I was the one representing the company." Mrs. Caldwell scoffed. "It seems you have forgotten, so let me remind you. That marriage of yours is just a contract marriage. It was done to just keep your face in society nothing more. So that request of yours is will not be granted. I won't stoop so low to administer the same right and respect I give to you to

All she wanted was to crash Lucas under her feet without showing any mercy. Natasha smiled sarcastically at Natalie and whispered, "Do you understand how unworthy a girl is that a crippled man would neglect her? Of course, anyone in your crippled husband's place would do the same because even if he is crippled, he has a lot of money. No man would like an uneducated, uncultured and ugly pumpkin from a village like you. It is good that your husband showed you your place just after the wedding now you won't have any trouble understanding your own place anymore."

"And the most foolish part of her life? Marrying another penniless useless man immediately after I took you from her! She really loves suffering and hardships doesn't she? Or maybe... she is just naturally good for nothing and only deserves men who are exactly like her—poor, useless, and worthless!" "Her husband..." Carlos shook his head laughing coldly and disdainfully. "I heard about him. A man without family, without job, without education, and without any future at all! He is even worse than how I started years ago! At least I had dreams, ambitions, and talents... but that man? He is nothing but trash, good for nothing but eating, sleeping, and waiting for his wife to feed and support hi

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Nadia shook her head helplessly, tears now streaming down her face as her body violently trembled against the bed post. “I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't...” She murmured in a stuttering voice under her breath. But Anatoly wasn't even listening to her words. “My marriage had been arranged a long time ago! My future wife was going to be beautiful, desirable, a fucking goddess with her two complete legs!” Anatoly grimaced more in disgust as he stared at the woman who was now his wife. “Instead I got a crippled wife! An incomplete woman!” He spat out furiously. “A complete disgrace and a fucking waste of space who can't offer me anything. Fucking nothing!”