Falling In Love With My Husband Who Was Delusional

in protest, a deep, aching soreness that felt like it had settled into her bones.

ed her e

a large porthole window, making her squeeze them sh

helping. It wasn't the feeling of a stable room.

louded her mind. The lingering chemical haze made every thought feel slow and distant. A cool draft slid across her ski

ght against her chest. Her fingertips brushed against someth

. Her heart didn't just beat; it slammed

was a stark, dark grey against the room's cream decor. He was in a wheelchair, his pos

on's scalpel, flicked over her bare shoulder. It wasn't a look of desire. It was a look of utte

ed to speak, to ask where she was, what was happe

It wasn't a laugh. It was the sound of metal scrapi

th the seal of the State of Nevada, flew through the air. It

er cheek, a faint, stinging pai

opened the cover. Two words, printed in bold, capital letters, see

refusing to process the information. Spou

d. This couldn't be real. I

and devoid of any warmth. "Witnessed and notarized by

oalesced into a single point of white-hot rage. She shot up, th

finally returning, raw and shaking wit

nking of champagne glasses. Her father, Warren Graham, his eyes cold and distant, avoiding her gaze. Her steps

upposed to marry the crippled titan, the reclusive head of the Bennett Corporation. But they h

not break. Not in front of this man. She forced the tears back,

g horror, the final, defiant hardening of her expression. He misint

whir of the wheels against the plush carpet was deafenin

expensive cologne and something sterile, like an

a low, menacing whisper. "You won't see a

met his hostile gaze, a flick

ith ice. "Because I have absolutely no inte

the air between

ride. The temperature in the room plummeted. The polite mask of c

jaw. His grip was like iron, the pressure immense, threatening to crush the bone beneath h