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

I thought I was ready. I believed I could care for her, let her lean on me, just as I had all these years. I told myself I was capable of it, that I would make it work no matter what. Deep down, I understood she might not love me, but I thought that with enough effort, sincerity, and a lifetime of dedication, I could make her fall in love with me. But on our wedding night, she shattered that hope. She made it clear it was all a one-sided fantasy. She had been forced by her father, and she saw herself as a sacrificial lamb for the family. That revelation extinguished any lingering illusions I had about us.

Amanda chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. Johny is strong enough to handle any opposition.” Kenneth gave a knowing smile and changed the subject, but in his mind, the wheels were already turning. _____________ BACK TO PRESENT Johny’s expression darkened as the realization settled in. “Mother,” he said slowly, voice dripping with disbelief and rage. “Maybe you should give spiders space to web in your mouth before you start talking next time.” Then, suddenly, another thought struck him. His gaze sharpened. “How did you even find out about my wife?”

“Why are you not saying anything?” Of course, he could not. He was also shocked to see his cousin standing on his two feet. Surprise had made his body stiffen, and he struggled to stare at his cousin. But he had seen the results, the doctors had declared him permanently paralyzed. How did it change? Around them, the whispers that filled the room only increased. “That is Alejandro Mendoza, the most eligible bachelor. Was he not involved in an accident?” “How is he walking?” “I’m not sure we can call him a bachelor anymore. That lady looks like his wife.”

His hands were on her waist. Tears streamed down my face, hot and burning. The world tilted. No. No, no, no. I couldn’t breathe or think. I couldn’t process what I was seeing. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. But it was. Right in front of me. My husband. With another woman. On our wedding night. I wanted to scream. To burst in there and tear her off him. To demand answers, explanations, anything. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make myself step through that door.

"I was with him for 13 years, ready to get married. You stepped in, so I walked away. Now he's done with you, and you're here blaming me? When I was sick, you called him away on purpose. That nearly got me killed. Now I'm happy, and you're spreading lies about me. Do you think I'm a doormat who won't fight back?" I tore into her, and the two bystanders backed off with embarrassment. People started pointing at her, and security eventually dragged her out. "You'll pay for this, you bitch!" she yelled. Desmond heard about it and came to the hotel, asking to meet. I went down and handed him Bruce's savings for the funeral costs. "I hope this is the last time we meet." Desmond froze, then burst i

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

“Alpha Zane? So that's the brother’s name, the gorgeous and strong prince charming…..that was the name given to him. He was well known amidst people.” It seemed it was only my husband and me against the world. Our stigma really suits each other. I raised up my gaze, pulling myself from my trance where our contact met each other against our will….. “Alpha Zane!” My mind whispered the word as if it wanted to try and register the face into us. I nodded my head slightly while averting my gaze to my husband-to-be, who confidently sat in his wheelchair, looking like a predator that wanted to launch an attack. My hand danced in his as my stepdad left the altar. Everything was brief and deliberate;

Evander was sitting up in bed wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms, his injured leg propped up on pillows, his crutches leaning against the wall nearby, and when he saw me he grinned. "Well hello, dear sister," he said. "Why are you looking so moody? Trouble in paradise already?" "Don't start," I said, closing the door behind me and sitting in the chair next to his bed. "I'm not in the mood." "Clearly," he said, and his pale blue eyes studied my face. "What's wrong? And before you say nothing, I can tell you've been crying. Your eyes are all red and puffy." I had been crying, had spent most of last night and this morning crying because my wedding nigh

Hilary sat on her bed beside her while her mother pulled her chair closer. Barbara pulled down the bed cover and sat down. “Thank you”, Mrs. Natalie stroked her hair. “We already discussed this and you were ready to do it. You even took the risk to go out that rainy night, what has happened? Why the sudden change of heart?” her father looked at her face, his eyes were red and he wondered what had gone wrong with his daughter. “Mum, dad, I am sorry. I am just confused and don’t want to make mistakes. What if he rejects me? What if he doesn’t love me? What if…….. Oh my baby”, her mother interrupted her. “Come,” she held her tightly. “Don’t worry, you will be just fine. He can not reject you, t

He would do anything to make me happy and I couldn’t fight him to on an issue so small. Our wedding had been beautiful. At first, I thought it weird that we were married at night but it all made sense to me now. After all the moon had to be present to bless our wedding. Rubbing my stomach I looked down on the floor at the boys and felt tears rim my eyes. I never thought I’d be given a life this blessed. Never give love like this. It was worth everything to be here where I was today. Here with the wolves.