Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 I groan and try to open my eyes only to be blinded by the light shining through the curtains, glass and empty bottles are discarded on the floor. I Iet out a bitter laugh recalling why my head feels like a truck just ran over it. I blame it on that asshole husband of mine whom I’m madly, strangely, oddly in love with. Good Riddance,Tessa My phone lies on the nightstand which I don't bother to switch it on,my head couldn't wrap around with the fact that I’m married. ….. marriage…wedding....With Callum!!!

Trying to force a calm that is not there. And this is how my marriage begins. with a freaking protest. Across from me, my husband closes his eyes like this entire day is something he intends to forget. But now we have to deal with what comes after the wedding. The wedding night.

We were happy—or at least, I convinced myself we were. Eventually, we got married. It was the biggest wedding the city had ever seen, a lavish affair that made my family beam with pride. But the glamour ended at the bedroom door. On our wedding night, Maxine fell asleep almost immediately. He claimed he was exhausted and had to travel the very next morning for an urgent business meeting. I tried to wake him, my heart pounding. I had never had sex before, and now that I was finally a wife, I needed it more than ever. I needed him to at least hug me, touch me, or show some sign of desire. But he didn't lay a hand on me. I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, figuring he was just dra

He was my husband now. The previous night was our wedding night and God. It was hell and heaven put together. My pussy bore everything…all the hard and rough thrusts. And my waist? They still hurt from how he bent me in half and took that fat cock of his deep inside my pussy. I had screamed so loud, the security came knocking at our door to check what was happening. And that was the greatest mistake he committed because that became his last day on duty. My husband fired him for interrupting.

his drunk voice was full of hatred and I couldn't even figure out what just happened all of a sudden. I just rubbed my back due to the pain of falling. "Sleep on the ground," he ordered me and lay on the bed at once. I looked at him and he was unbothered by my pain. Tears rolled down my eyes as I slowly lay down on the floor and curled up. What a grand wedding night was it. I was in my heavy bridal lehenga, lying on the floor because my husband kicked me out of the bed. What an amazing start to my married life was it.

Finally he said, "Wedding arousal." I remembered seeing that one on his computer, but I never opened it. "What's it about?" I asked. He didn't answer for a minute and finally lifted his head so he was looking at me. Then he said, "A girl who just got married and was very horny but, after the ceremony, her husband drinks too much and can't perform..." He trailed off at the end, looking at the floor.

Giving him one last glower, I quickly left. … When I returned to the office, my colleague, Jane Dorca, asked, "Chloe, what's wrong? You look upset." I told her I was fine and sat down to start work. My right hand was bandaged, so I had to use my left hand to turn my computer on. I didn't want Jane to see it, so I kept my right hand under the desk. "Hey." Jane sat next to me and patted my shoulder. Winking at me, she continued, "Even though you're on your honeymoon with your husband, you need to slow down. Or else, you'll drain him dry."

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

I even wanted them to move the day forward but Mom refused to listen to me. It was finally the day, the day I got married to the stranger in the wheelchair but I didn't care much about that. What I cared about was the money for Nyla’s surgery. I was to get it after the wedding was over and I couldn't wait. It was like a slap to my face when I cried and begged for the money and I didn't get it was like a piece of my heart was torn out and ripped to shreds in my face. How could people I called my parent do that to me?

If anything happens to me, my husband will not leave you. Liam burst out laughing at Lelia's words. "Which husband are you talking about? Your crippled husband? Even a dog is not afraid of a crippled man, and you are scaring me with your crippled husband? And why would he object to my work? He put you down to prostitution. What else can a crippled man do?" Liam said and grabbed Lelia's cheek. Liam's nails dug into Lelia's flesh. Lelia felt intense disgust at the touch of Liam's hand and pushed Liam's hand away and spat in his face.