Novel & Cerita Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband

, I lowered my head, thinking it would somehow make the breaking in my voice disappear. Swallowing hard to clear the clog in my throat, I braced myself to continue. “I agreed to a contract marriage with Adrian and in my naivety, I expected to pick up from where we left off even if it wasn't real at least. But I was abused and disrespected by the same guy I once loved. Lucas doesn't know this but I strongly resisted his help because somewhere deep inside my heart, there was a tiny hope Adrian loved me and I was scared of walking out this time. What if along the line, we worked out?

"The situation at that time and the situation now are completely different. The table had turned. At that time, Mr. Center was not paralyzed or crippled. At that time, he was an able-bodied person, but now he is no longer an able-bodied person; he is a paralyzed person sitting in a wheelchair. I believe that he will agree to work with us now. And even if he does not agree, Natalie will convince him to work with our company. Natalie is too obedient to disobey me. She loves me very much and she is willing to do anything to get my love in return. If she did not love me, she would never have agreed to marry Lucian without seeing or knowing him. She agreed to marry a disabled person for me. I mar

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.

“Yes, but that’s all it is, just a dream. No man is going to want to marry a blind woman or have children with.” “That’s not true, there are many couples who are married where one of them is blind. You can still live a normal life.” “Yeah sure, only with a man my father picks for me.” “I’m sure you can marry who you want, you did talk him out of having to marry Mr. Millbrook. I admit your circumstance is different from others, being who your father is but don’t give up on finding love.” “What about you, have you given up on love?” “I’ve never been in love so I’m not sure.”

I had no right to bind him in a marriage where I couldn't even give him a family. It was one of the reasons his family had opposed our marriage so strongly. They knew I was barren. That after the accident, my body was messed up. Even having intercourse was hard for me. It was way too painful. Some days I could endure it, gripping the sheets and forcing myself to breathe through it, but there were also days when it almost became unbearable.

And I was the price. The priest began the ceremony, his voice echoing through the empty church. I barely heard the words. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of how I'd ended up here. Just a week ago, I'd been planning my escape from this life. I'd been dreaming of a future where I could leave the mafia world behind and start over somewhere far away. But now, those dreams felt like they belonged to someone else. Someone who hadn't been sold to a man like Alessio Romano. "Do you, Evelyn Moretti, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked, pulling me back to the present.

After a pause, Duncan asked, “Zack, tell me—do you think I should get married to Liberty sooner rather than later? In the past, she didn’t want to marry me, but later on, it was me who didn’t want to burden her with my disability. I don’t want to get married before making a full recovery. “Is that why she doesn’t believe in me? I was really scared that I wouldn’t be able to recover fully and would be stuck in a wheelchair forever. And that I would drag her down. “It was hard for her after she divorced, raising Sonny on her own too. If she was burdened with a cripple like me on top of that, she would’ve had an even harder life. I love her—I just want to make her happy, not burden her,” Duncan

I replied. He kissed me yet again, I was always disgusted not because Elliot was not the best looking person with his croaked teeth and I couldn't exactly tell but I had realized while he was undressing that. He had a slight disability. One leg was slightly shorter than the other. It made me feel even worse for pinning this on him. He deserved to be loved back. Everything between us didn't seem genuine, how he had fell for me in only a few day. I suppose, slave marriages at times were marriage of convenience not exactly love but there were some instances. I doubted my mother loved my father.. I excused myself to clean up.

I blurted out without hesitation. "You love him. So, as long as you marry me, you can see him every day! My legs are already paralyzed. Even if you marry me, I won't be able to touch you. We'd only have a nominal relationship! I just can't accept this. Can you tolerate a situation like that?" I blurted out. Adam gazed at me with an icy stare. I found myself at a loss for words. Like any ordinary person, I had blood, flesh, and feelings. But I had also been deeply hurt by the man I had once loved so dearly. How could I possibly contain my anger?

she whispered near my face, “I’ll burn this house to the ground with everyone inside it.” Her perfume felt suffocating this close. “Those precious memories you cling to?” Her grip tightened again. “I’ll destroy those too.” My eyes burned.. Not from the pain. From the home. This house still sounded like Lily. There were nights when Richard’s voice still echoed through the hallway. Warm tears blurred my sight before I noticed them. “You can’t force me into this,” I said quietly. “I’m not ready to marry a disabled man.” She let out a short, mocking laugh. “You talk as if men line up for you, yet your lover couldn’t even gather enough courage to run away with you.”