During My Wedding Night, I Carried My Disabled Husband to Bed — But When I Fell, I Discovered a Truth That Changed Everything

I stumbled back, my heart pounding. “You’ve been pretending? Why?”

He laughed — not cruelly, but bitterly. “Because I wanted to see if anyone would love me for me — not for the Blackwell fortune.”

He paused before continuing, his voice softer now. “Before you, three women accepted proposals. Every one of them left once they saw the chair. They said they loved me — but their love had conditions.”

I stood there speechless, ashamed.

Then his gaze hardened. “Your mother came to me herself. Said she’d trade her daughter for a debt. So I said yes. I wanted to see if you were different.”

The words cut through me like glass. I didn’t know whether to defend myself or apologize.

He turned away, silent, leaving me alone with my confusion and guilt. I sat on the edge of the bed until dawn, tears blurring everything.

The Silence That Followed

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