Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

They would navigate those stormy waters together, running towards the horizon, hand in hand. Surrounded by the ambiance of celebration and love, Hailey laughed aloud, swelling with a hope she hadn’t dared to entertain before. This was the beginning of their story—the realization that love didn’t always follow a conventional path, but will it still manage to weave out a loving relationship and marriage that they both deserve?

And for the life of me, I can’t understand why I feel drawn to him when I should be trying to keep my distance from him. We are bound by contract, a fake marriage, and soon, a child. Why did I consent to such a vile proposal? I stand up and move away from the bed to stand in front of the full-length mirror to stare at myself. Turning to the side, I place my hands over my flat stomach and try to picture myself pregnant. Just the idea of starting a family terrifies me. Following the harrowing accident that took my mother's life, the doctor informed my Aunt Joy about the potential challenges I may face in conceiving because of the scarring on one side of my uterus.

"He and I have been married for three months. Except for the wedding night, he has never returned home." "Now he has time to be at home." "Do you want me to accompany a man with a disabled body? I don't want to. Others will laugh at me." The Goldie daughter-in-law asked firmly. Jasper Milton looked at her deeply and said, "You cannot ask for a divorce from a military marriage unless soldiers are seriously ill. Your husband is a hero, and he is the pillar of the country. You can't divorce him." "But he can go to hell. I'm free as long as he's dead. I'm only 21 years old. There's no need for me to waste my youth on a cripple like him!" said Goldie's wife coldly.

“When you love someone, you don’t hold their past mistakes over their head. You walk through them together. That’s what makes marriage work—not your shallow ideas of pride or dominance.” Eddie looked at me for a moment and shook his head. I smiled faintly. “You’re either completely incapable of understanding love or too inexperienced because you’ve never experienced it. Either way, your opinion on my marriage means nothing. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” Back in the bedroom, I glanced at Lila and leaned back in the chair. I hated that the conversation with Eddie replayed in my mind. His words had left an annoying echo, and while I hated to admit it, a small part of me wondered i

He simply asked, "Are you hungry?" It was a simple question, but I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. All the fear, humiliation, and pain I'd encountered in these past days poured out at once. I cried like a child. My whole body trembled. Ever since our parents died, it had just been Ken and me. He practically raised me on his own and showered me with affection. But I, foolishly chasing a childish crush, insisted on marrying Scott after a car accident had left him paralyzed.

he said, his tone filled with genuine care. "I know you love me, and I do love you too, but we can't be together. It's just not possible. You need to move on, Fernando. I'm married now, to a man I love more than I love you. Nicholas has my heart," I said, attempting to convince myself of the truth in those words. He gazed at me, his eyes carrying a sadness I couldn't fully understand. "I have to go now, Fernando, before Sonia notices I'm missing," I said firmly.

I had way before our marriage, but my pride and family rivalry didn't let me accept this truth. I was scared of what my father would think of me, and to tame this feeling I started to have fun with other women who threw themselves at me, to get rid of the thoughts of how would it feel to have her all to myself. How would it feel to claim her and tell her that she was only mine and no one else's? How would it feel to tell her that even though we are forbidden from feeling this way, I would not let her go? But now, that she was my wife I destroyed the hope that could have brought us closer.

He smiled lightly and said, "Hello, Auntie. I'm Shawn." Mrs. Jones hesitated for a moment and quickly smiled, "Hello, come in, come in." After the man entered, Mrs. Jones grabbed Ivy and pulled her outside. In a hushed voice, she angrily asked, "What's going on? Why did you marry a disabled man?" Ivy tried to soothe her, explaining gently, "Mom, Shawn had a car accident fifteen years ago. Doctors say his condition is untreatable, but I..." "What?" Mrs. Jones couldn't listen anymore and exclaimed, "Are you saying his legs can't be healed?"

I crouched in the corner, my heart in my throat as the sound of footsteps grew nearer. "Congratulations, Mr. Willowstream. You have one wife at home and another abroad. It must be nice!" a subordinate teased. My heart clenched painfully. Then, I heard Arnold Willowstream chuckle. "Nonsense. Yasmine stood by me when I became a cripple back then. That's why I agreed to marry her. She truly loves me and would give up everything for me.

"What more do I have to give you, so you don't have to look for someone else?! Kris… don't you love me anymore?" I looked at him without stopping my own tears. I can't look him in the eyes. I know that’s not Liam… Because despite a few weeks of him being normal in my eyes and thinking that he didn't have a disability, he returned to his form that I was totally afraid of. "I-I want freedom..." I whispered, enough for him to hear because he was close to me. Freedom from my husband is the difficulty to spell... and freedom to speak... to explain. "Kris..." He gradually loosened his tight grip on my arm and moved away. He looked at me pityingly as if he couldn't believe that he had once again la