I Married A Sick Husband Novels & Stories

That's all you have to come up with an answer. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of being married. I had just fallen out of a terrible excuse of a husband who had left me for death. The same man who, by some twist of fate, is hell bent on making me marry another man, however unbeknownst to him. I let out a sigh, as my shaky hands found their way to my stomach. I had lost my womb and wasn't sure I ever wanted marriage—even if it was fake.

She started being grumpy for no reason and would stay away from me because she felt I was making her nag. The situation was getting too much that I had to call in to the doctor. I had missed talking and spending time with my wife and this her after sickness syndrome was cutting it off. “Mr Damien, I think your wife is pregnant. Has she tried a self test yet?” He asked, after I explained my bitter experiences to him. “No, I never thought of that, ” I responded. As soon as I hung up, I turned the car around and drove to a nearby pharmacy.

“ I couldn't call you anymore or see you anymore and I wish you had followed me home then. I was forced to get married to someone else even though the doctor had said I would be dead in two months ” “ I didn't suspect anything because of my illness. My parents were supposed to be worried that after two months they wouldn't see me again ever again and they were suppose to spend those few days with me instead of marrying me off to someone else but they weren't bothered. They didn't look sad instead there was always a smile on their face as if they were happy that I was going to die and I thought that they were trying not to be sad ” “ Until I got married and was pregnant a month later. I didn'

The wife had fallen ill in the last few months, a disease that came on suddenly without any symptoms. Many doctors have called, from the closest to the far across the city. The little family wealth slowly ran out, but never got good results. The wife's disease never healed, it even seemed to get worse. Tonight, it's been three months of a strange disease residing in his wife's body, his heart is crushed to see this suffering.

“My wife has been like this for years. Her therapy hasn’t been going well. I’m so sorry for the trouble.” “No… That’s not true!” I spun around, pale and frantic. “I really am pregnant! I have proof! I don’t have a mental illness!” Zack put on a pitiful expression. “I’m at fault for letting a mentally ill woman disturb everyone’s evening. I’ll take her home right now.” The neighbors’ gazes shifted back to me, but the concern from earlier was gone. “So she’s mentally unstable. It’s best to stay away.” “This man is remarkable, though. Even with a sick wife, he hasn’t abandoned her. What a good husband.”

I consoled, climbing into her bed and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. "That no matter how strong you'll say you want to be, there's just something that breaks me. Breaks us" I said as i adjusted closer to her. "I had like a husband once. He was everything you could wish for in a man. He was good and sweet and- He was, him" I paused, letting out a light scoff. "But when we were coming into the US, with the vans and the people and everything, he got sick. So sick he couldn't carry on" I added.

I retorted, emphasizing every word. "What? That's impossible! Georgina was never been diagnosed with kleptomaniac, bipolar, half crazy, and more." He uttered unknowingly, making my eyes bulge in surprise and mouth agape unable to speak. What exactly did he say? His daughter is what? Really! "Hey!" His son knocked in front of me. I grasp looking at them bewildered. Never in my life have I heard of a sick person with multiple diseases like this. I never saw anything with her. My wife was a sweet, caring, and socialite, not introverted. Who was exactly my wife?

It was very disgusting. I had taken a leave from the department as I was injured in an accident and my husband Richard advised me to take a break. He has always been very considerate as even he was very passionate about his job like me. His parents had been murdered by some bad man when he was just ten and left him an orphan. We have been partners in solving crimes right from our college days where our love blossomed. So we got married. He was a very genuine person so my dad liked him in the first meeting.

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

“He did not hurt me. He never laid a hand on me.” “This isn’t right.” She pressed her phone to her ear. “Brother, where are you?” She took a seat next to me and put on the speaker. “My wife is sick.” “Liar. I thought you were better than those thugs. How could you lock your wife alone in an apartment because you two have a misunderstanding? I gave so—” “Maverick, you’re in the apartment?”