I Married A Sick Husband Novels & Stories

At this point, I was ready to do just anything, as long as I got the money for my husband's surgery. "Are you married?" He blurted. The question threw me aback as I wondered if my response would make me to lose this deal.. "Uh! Yes..yes..oh, no! I'm not" I stuttered. He drew close to the table, and placed both of his elbows on the edge, leaning his face on his hands. "Do you have some sort of mental illness? You don't seem alright." "I am okay, Sir!" I exclaimed. "Why then is it hard for you to remember your marital status?"

No matter how much it tried to look , I knew that I was definitely not going to leave this man , I wanted all the best for him and that is getting married to him , I was definitely going to get married to him and that is it . I didn’t know how long I had to wait before he came to take me away from the hospital . I felt sick to my stomach and I just wanted to go home . I knew that my husband was doing literally everything possible to make sure that I was well taken care of and it was just so shocking seeing this dude like him that I had never seen before in my entire life . I didn’t know how much more it had to be but whatever that it was , I felt it more and more , I felt every single inch o

I give a weak smile at her. She started doing the tests. "You are fortunate. Your husband loves you a lot." The doctor says while checking me up. A smile creeps up my face thinking he loves me. "He was asking every nurse how is his wife; he was really very afraid. We thought if something happens to you, he might be completely broken. We have seen many cases like your's but never seen a husband like him who was ready to give his everything to get you back. You are a lucky lady." She pats my back lovingly to which I smile like mad.

"No. Of course not, Doctor. ANow, how about you tell me about my illness right away? That would save more time." My mouth did not stop trying to distract the doctor's keen intuition, smelling something wrong with me. It wasn't just this doctor. Probably all the nurses in this hospital also realized that something was wrong with my marriage. Everyone knows I'm the wife of Mattheo Sinclair, the owner of this hospital. And my husband, himself, is more comfortable going out with his half-sister-in-law than his legal wife.

In those twenty minutes, I'm sure that I've gotten twenty thousand questions about his whereabouts. I wish I could tell them that my husband vanished because he doesn't want anything to do with me. Because he thinks that this marriage is a fùcking mistake. A marriage that was his idea - not mine - his! A marriage that I refused at first. But because I desperately wanted revenge, I signed the fùcking contract. Now karma has come to bite my ass.

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

He feared he was making a mistake that would lead him to lose everything for not being brave enough to fight for his marriage. “I know she must be devastated, but she’ll get through this and go back to being the strong Jimena she always was. Without me, she can flourish and regain the confidence I shattered,” he continued, his voice cracking on the last sentence. “I destroyed her, Kevin. I don’t deserve another chance because I know I’ll just screw it up again. Besides… Well, good or bad, I’m attracted to my secretary. If I truly loved Jimena, this wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t want to accept it; I felt so committed to fulfilling my role as a husband and father that I didn’t want to face t

I stared at her. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked, because this woman just married me like it was a business merger, and now she’s talking about medical clearance like I’m applying for a job. She smiled. That same smile. The one that looks perfect but doesn’t reach anywhere real. “Hubby,” she said, her tone light but her words very serious, “if I get sick, I lose money. And I hate losing money. Sickness takes control away from me.” I let out a breath and leaned back slightly, shaking my head because I honestly didn’t know if I should laugh or question my life choices at this point.

I pretended as though he had not entered and I flipped through more files. "Bruce.." He called but I didn't even cast him a look "OK I guess you don't want to talk." He sighed. "Son, I just the best for you, I don't want you to give birth to kids with the condition of sickle cell. And you're perfectly aware that most sicklers die. Do you want get married to encounter a high risk of mourning after you have kids?" He asked. "We would have made kids and exemption." I retorted.

He was dying, and I was here telling him I wanted a divorce. “I—” My throat closed up. Cristiano let out a small, exhausted laugh, shaking his head like this was just some sick joke the universe was playing on us. “You didn’t know,” he murmured. I just stared at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps. “No,” I finally managed to whisper. “Cristiano, why didn't you tell me?” My mind was blank. Completely, utterly blank. My husband was sick. Dying. And I had been so caught up in my own pain that I never even noticed.