Healing My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

I said, "That's exactly my point, Mrs. Hearth. From now on, just take the car when you need a ride. Don't try to tough it out. None of this would've happened if you'd just ridden with us. Don't you think so?" Mrs. Hearth looked at me. Although she was reluctant, she had to admit that I was right. "You're right. I should've just gone with you." I arranged for her to receive a recovery meal plan and even made her chicken soup. Her complexion improved noticeably over the next few days. … The doctor cleared Mrs. Hearth for discharge several days later. Calvin bought her a motorized wheelchair with a control panel built into the armrest so she could operate it herself. With her leg broken, it bec

I never had friends and once I married Dustin, my isolation worsened in the three years of our marriage. None of Dustin's friends would help me because they hardly knew me. I had no job or savings to help me financially. My disability would worsen my situation. “Don’t worry…” He chuckled. “I won’t send you away. No matter how useless you are, you still have something I can take.” His eyes flashed with wickedness. However, I continued to beg, he could take whatever he wanted, "Dustin, please..." On the other hand, Maureen’s patience was wearing thin, "Why are you so stubborn, you low-life bitch?!" The woman snapped and stepped closer to my wheelchair.

Massimo gritted his teeth. “Maybe you should be more realistic with him, Dr. Lewis.” Alice remained where she was, not caring about her husband's withering look “If he took the medicine, his wounds wouldn't open up so easily. If he took his supplement and absorbed the nutrients as his body needs, he wouldn't be so weak. And, if he went to physical therapy, he could reach his wheelchair much more easily.”

I gave him an accusing look. "Mother please get me right, am trying to say I want my father to be healed too, it's just that… it's been roughly a year and a half since he got this illness and he was not been able to move about since then. You have gone everywhere, Mother. Everywhere! Even though you're nursing a little pup.” " So?" There was ice-coldness in my voice. I didn't get what he was trying to say or driving at. Am I supposed to stay still in a place with my husband in such a condition? I'm not finding whatever he's driving at funny at all.

And no, I wasn’t jealous at all, I was just appalled by how delusional girls can be. “That bitch is lucky as hell, bagging a smoking hot billionaire for a husband,” the first girl chirped with way too much excitement. "Yes, but have you heard? Poor thing, they say he can't get it up," the other woman whispered, her tone carrying a blend of pity and scandal. Their words hit me like a freight train, leaving me momentarily speechless. So, that was Adrian's secret. His disability. Erectile dysfunction.

I chuckle hating that tears are building up in my eyes. Fuck I miss my brothers. "It was hard at first. Not hearing his voice anymore. Having a child with disabilities that needs twenty-four hour care, but I'm dealing with all that. Having to practically do it on my own, has given me a sense of accomplishment, a sense of strength. I feel him every time I want to give up. I feel him each and every time I get no sleep or have to go through one of her surgeries. I feel good about everything, because I can feel him with me."

It's what he deserves for hurting my family. "I hope he rots in jail, bloody bastard," I muttered to myself as I hugged my mom. Just then the doctor came out of the Operation Theater and we all jumped to our feet to know about dad's condition. Goddess, just please keep him alive! I prayed. "Doctor, How is my husband?" mom asked her and my heart thudded wildly as I waited for the answer. "He is out of danger, but his lower body is paralyzed now," the doctor said and my heart mended itself and broke at the same time.

I inquired, my once vibrating spirit, now dulled to the bream. "It is the side-effect the poison gave him. We were even lucky, and it's a miracle that he is alive today, despite how deep the poison had gone into him, "he replied. "So, there is nothing that can be done about this, Doctor?" I asked, tears now coming out of my eyes. How can my husband who wasn't crippled before, suddenly become a cripple now. It was just too much for me to take in. How will he be able to rule the pack that way? The people will look down on him, and not listen to him anymore.

We sat there, connected in our shared vulnerability, knowing that together we could face any challenge that lay ahead. Days slowly turned into weeks, and slowly but surely, my body began to mend. It was not without setbacks and moments of despair, but I held onto the belief that my purpose on this Earth was far from over so there was no possible way in hell that I was going to leave anytime soon. With the support of my loving husband Jax and our three incredible children, I slowly began the process of healing and regaining strength. I was now able to get up on my own and stand for some minutes and I decided to start taking short strolls every evening as my doctor recommended.

What a man with impotence couldn't do. Kate smiled at the thought that her life would not be as bad as she imagined. Now, her mother's illness could be helped, and although Jack was disabled, but at least her husband was very handsome. In Kate's opinion, this situation was much better than the prayer of having to take care of her sickly husband and mother. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Jack walked in. He saw Kate smiling in bed. Jack pushed his wheelchair in. The sound of the wheels turning made Kate look at Jack.