Chapter 2

The next day, the video Jack filmed last night was trending again.

The title read: "What's it like to spoil a disabled wife?"

The thumbnail showed me in my pajamas, hair disheveled, slumped in my wheelchair.

My face was pale and sickly, with sunken eyes that looked almost deranged.

Looking at my haggard appearance, I felt like what little self-esteem I had left was completely trampled.

Now the whole world knew I was a disabled person dependent on others.

Since becoming disabled, I had always tried to live like a normal person, not wanting to burden Jack in any way.

But never had I been more acutely aware than at this moment.

I was a helpless cripple.

That image of myself disgusted even me.

"Oh my god, Jack is so loving! This is true love - he can even kiss a face like that!"

"What blessing did this woman cultivate in her past life to marry such a good husband!"

"Ahhhh I want to buy 100 of his paintings! Don't fight me for them! Since I can't marry a quality man like Jack, I can only console myself by buying his art!"

"I'll take them all! Those who love their wives prosper, Jack deserves to make money for being so devoted to his wife!"

"Am I the only one who thinks this woman is ungrateful? She's already disabled, yet still gives attitude when Jack is so good to her. Why burden others if you don't know how to appreciate them..."

Seeing this top comment, my hand gripping the phone suddenly clenched tight.

It's not like that!

It's not like that at all!

I wanted to scream, to argue back, but no one would believe me or care.

Yes, I was alone and paralyzed, drifting through this world like a floating weed.

Jack was so good to me, yet I was still unsatisfied.

But who knew that my paralysis was because I rushed into a fire to save him when I was 18?

No one knew.

No one cared.

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