Romans & histoires Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry

~~~~~~ (Flashback) I laid on the bed with the sheets around me, tears rolling down my cheeks and feeling sore in between my legs while my drunk husband put his clothes back on. “I’m going out to get a few more drinks. Don’t wait up,” he said with hate in his voice. As soon as he closed the door of our room, I sobbed, holding on to my pillows and feeling ashamed of myself. We had left our reception happy and ready to start our new life, but this was far from what I imagined our wedding night would be. After I couldn’t shed any more tears, I stood up from my bed, not caring how naked I was. I looked back to the bed and saw spots of blood, reminding me of his caveman way to claim me as his.

She turned in his arms, cupping his face in her hands. "You gave me a life I only dreamed about," she whispered. "You, My disabled husband who became my pretty boy, gave me the world." He grinned, that rare, boyish grin that she had fallen so hard for. "And I’m never letting you go," he said. "Good," she said, smiling against his lips. "Because you’re stuck with me for life." Their laughter mixed with the night air, sweet and endless. And somewhere deep inside her, Roxanne knew:

"I like you! I actually love you!" She grabbed both my shoulder and shook me a little. I just started at her. I can't process this confession. Am I hearing it right? It's probably just the alcohol affecting me too. Even though if I say "you are just drunk" to her... Alcohol makes you an honest person! her sentence hit me hard I almost got sobered. How did this happen? What did I do to make her fall in love with me? What's this awkward situation where the wife of the actor I like so much fall in love with me?

, I said out loud, growing even more angry as I struggled to unlock the door of my car. “If I didn't leave that cripple, there's no way she would have had him. Yet she came here and was acting as though her marriage to him was special. That crippled old man. Can he even take care of her? What will people think of them? An After-one and a crippled old man getting married. They are just the perfect match for each other”, I mused. “I don't even know why mother is making such a big deal out of their marriage. What is so special about this wedding anyway. It's just a wedding. Anybody can plan a wedding. After All Ron and I are planning our own wedding”, I thought, driving out.

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

When morning sickness left me unable to eat, he personally cooked anything that might help settle my stomach. When he saw me getting thinner by the day, he was so worried that he cried and said it didn't matter whether this baby was a boy or a girl. This would be our only child. And now, he was the one personally killing his own baby. Warm blood trickled down my legs, pooling on the floor beneath me and staining the wood scarlet. "Look, she's bleeding!" someone shouted. "She must care more about a paycheck than her own life. Who comes here while they're pregnant?"

At that moment, I could not reach Snow no matter how many times I called. I was so anxious that I even turned to the internet. I hoped to find a reasonable solution. Then, I saw a video of Snow wearing a camisole and washing clothes at another man’s place. I looked at the caption. [Dinner is over. My boss took great care of me. If I had a wife like her, I would want nothing more.] The video had been posted just three minutes earlier. Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me.

But still… "You have a husband," "Not anymore. He lost that right when he took advantage of me and cheated on me." Chase understood. So the reason she'd gotten drunk that night was that she discovered that she was ill. And it also seemed as though she had a problem with Jeffrey so she couldn't rely on him for comfort.

When she heard the sound of the car engine going far from the house, Gertude couldn’t help but sit on the chair inside the garden. The tears that she had been holding since earlier finally ran down her cheeks. Her shoulders were going up and down as her sobs turned into a loud cry. She felt like her heart was going to explode. It was so painful to see how her husband chose his mistress over her. “Agatha, why do you need to come back?” She said to herself between her tears. She was okay with the cold treatment of her husband since they got married but it got worse when his childhood friend, Agatha, came back.