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You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife

You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife

Author: Rabbit
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Chapter 1 Broken Vows, Forbidden Touch

Word Count: 1213    |    Released on: 26/03/2026

n Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my cr

my body betrayed me, my desi

of a stranger-a male doctor-I lost control,

he woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holdi

me, his fingertips brushing slo

, he asked, "Do you

..

A

gh the dining hall, drawing a wav

to notice. My eyes were locked

ard restraint. "Ma'am, please don't play

pilling into my voice. "The man

m fell

itress's face softened int

utterly different the woman

the stares and lowered m

o kept p

band, her soft, broken moan

pped up. "Hello, I'm Vanessa Whitmo

essa-was far

Julian had never b

ed you? With your condition, what exac

ulian's face

ed, his hand gripping the woman

that expression

had felt like an obligation to him. Most

had planned-ended with me waiting alo

ayed long enough, he would eve

d all been nothing more

was crushing my chest, stea

the blanket over my legs, my knuckles tigh

tress finally came over to tell me the restaurant was closi

ing a cab was nearly impossible. I had

ard inch by inch, strugglin

r from my place, yet it still took

ived, daylight ha

d was nowhere

m my lips as I looked down

"Someone like me... why w

p ringtone cut th

he wheelchair for so long, bu

e a gynecological follow-up appointment scheduled fo

rown harsh. I froze for a moment b

e, Julian had never touched me.

een reacting lately, a flush of shame crept in

enced anything like that before. So why..

xcellent service, even arrangi

slow, steady breath as I looked at

saw what was insi

le do

surged, and I quickly backed out of the room, glancing

Miss Ashford." A low, magnet

ed sha

young, strikingly handsome, his sharp gaze fixe

ssment rose inside me. "I remember booking an appointment with Dr. Claire

e replied calmly. "I'm cover

fore I could say anything, he had al

on room door s

t sent an inexplicabl

up instin

ing strong, well-defined forearms. He pulled out a pair o

f your c

was wearing, my fingers tightened uncon

adn't left my mind. From the moment I stepped int

ation spread from deep

ce trembling despite

ted his ga

r a second before drifting down

so carefully made heat r

" he said evenly, without

ook a deep breath. Slowly, I lifted the

losed my eyes instead, telling

fingers brushed against the most sensitive pa

get caught for a brief

d lower, his warm breath

d rising in my throat, but m

ut anyway, and my back

ching slightly. "Miss Ashford..

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You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
“For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me. And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control. During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger-a male doctor-I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips. Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden." The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh. Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?"”