Novel & Cerita Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry

" I asked, just to be sure he wasn't joking right now. “I have watched you for the past two days and I already see your husband didn't try calling you even once," Vincent said and I looked at the frame on the wall just to distract myself from tearing up. “I actually didn't want you to see this side of me, Vincent. I look pathetic right now." I said in a small voice but Vincent shook his head in contrast to what I said. “You aren't pathetic. He just doesn't know how to treat you right." Vincent said and I swallowed back the lump at the back of my throat.

"Let's break up, Dante. I've called off the wedding." But no one heard me. All I got in response was the ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall. That night, I sat in the living room and waited till dawn. At last, I got a notification on my phone reminding me that it was two hours until my flight's boarding time. I got up, grabbed my suitcase, and crossed out the circle around the tenth, my original wedding date. Then, I wrote out a sentence. "Let's break up, Dante." I left the calendar in the most prominent spot in the living room. Then, without a shred of hesitation, I left the apartment that had accompanied me for many years.

Jonah's words were like a sharp wolf claw, tearing my heart apart. In the tribe, the fate of a werewolf is closely linked to its partner. If you don't have a partner at a certain age, you will be treated as a pariah, looked down upon, or even expelled from the tribe. Did Jonah think I would give in to him and go back to be his secondmate? My pridewouldn’t allow =for it! I turned over, and William's figure appeared in my mind. His golden pupils were as sharp as a beast, with an unquestionable majesty. He said he wanted to marry me, was thattrue?

I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening. But then— “Oh... shit*! Oh yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Fuvk!” My hand went to the doorknob. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer that I was just mishearing. That my heart wasn’t about to be torn in two. But the moment I twisted the knob and opened the door— “Shit… I’m about to cum!” The words rang in my ears. And there he was. Felix Wade. My husband. Naked. Kneeling on our matrimonial bed, making love to another woman!

When I woke up again, my head was wrapped in thick bandages, and the severe pain made me dizzy and disoriented. A young, professional-looking woman sat beside my bed, watching me intently. Just then, Mom pushed open the door. The moment she saw the woman, she charged forward like she had encountered her worst enemy. "You're the homewrecker! How dare you show up here after wrecking someone's marriage?" Mom screamed, reaching out to grab Victoria Jones' hair.

“Alice, please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” I turned my head slowly toward her, and the cold in my chest transformed into something sharp. “Harder?” I repeated, incredulous. My laugh came out jagged. “You slept with his cousin the night I ruined my life, you married that cousin, you just became a widow, and now you’re sitting in my husband’s car like you own him. You’re telling me not to make it hard?” Her eyes glistened. If she’d been alone, maybe I would’ve believed the tears. But pressed against David’s shoulder, looking safe and cherished, she looked like a saint in a painting.

This whole situation with my marriage is overwhelming and I have proven to be unable to control it. I still can’t process what happened on our wedding night or, better said, what almost happened, I feel disgusted with myself for the way I acted. What was I thinking? I know the whole point of Victoria being my wife is for us to have children together to straighten our dominion over Javier Solis and his mafia, and at some point, I’m going to have to sleep with her, but I’m not a freaking rapist! Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Although it also annoys me how much the memory of that night affects me, I hate that I feel a pang of guilt every time I remember how frightened Victoria loo

she asked hesitantly. “Promise me, we will visit your gynecologist after meeting your parents tomorrow. I can’t take it anymore. I need to bury my dick inside your pussy, or I would die with the case of blue balls," he said as if talking about the weather, and Myra couldn’t help pinching his forearm, unintentionally grazing his wound making him hiss in pain. “I didn’t know, apart from being horny, you became sadistic, seeking pleasure in your husband’s pain," he cried, making Myra laugh hard.

Mrs Haward thought silently staring at Mirenda who appeared to be hurt by her words. "Okay, fine. You are right, I don't care about you. I don't even like you because you are a constant reminder of my one-night stand with an ugly, poor-drinking rat. And you know what, it was because of you, that my husband decided to kick us out of his house. You had to fall sick and you couldn't choose fever, or any disease that requires just medication for treatment. You had to choose the one that required multiple blood tests to identify what is wrong with you and some idiot, ran a DNA test on you," Mrs Haward yelled at Mirenda.

Episode 1 My husband is the best man any woman will love to have. He's a fair, tall and handsome man. Faithful, loving, caring and understanding. Albeit, our wedding night was awkward. I laid on the bed waiting for him to join me ‘cause I promised to satisfy him to the fullest.