Married to a Cripple Secret Billionaire

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as never home. When I wake up, he isn't in the house, before I go to bed I see

ng farther away from me. I wanted this marriage to work so badly. I did not want it to be like this. Mo

ht. During the day, there was no issue. I felt comfortable but at night, the atmosphere aroun

than he used to. It was a bad thought since I was married and I wanted to speak with

it was impossible. Like it was all in my head and I was just thinking about

e good thing about being married was that I was no longer looking stressed out like when I was in my

my eyes as that feeling recurred in my head. His hand slowly moved up my thighs as I had on a nightgown

topped. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there. I snapped my eyes open as I

was not an option because not only did he not give me his number, I was not allowed to. I bru

after six months of this action being repeated I have some sort of hope that he would come bac

t felt as though it was killing me just by the mere thought of it. I shook my head and rose to my

myself properly then turned off the lights. My eyes rested on the full mo

right as I heard a large bang coming from the sitting room. I sat up immediately t

a stain caught my attention. Blood. Lines of worry appeared on my foreh

I kept following the blood. I paused when I finally saw wh

t of my body. Was he hurt? How did he get hurt? Why did he get hurt? So man

ains more prominent around the room. There was no sign of him as I stood there but I d

to his feet. My eyes were on his back but the change was bo

e I was dreaming. This must be a dream, right? I asked myself but he was standing

to call him again but I paused when he stumbl