Abandoned Disabled Wife Turns Billionaire

I like sleeping in Elliot's arms, but for some reason, I can't do it. A big secret I have forces me to keep my distance from Elliot when I sleep. A big secret that I will only reveal in a few days, right on our third wedding anniversary. The sound of Elliot's constant breathing made me smile. He is the husband my family suspected turned out to be a real man who didn't mind my paralysis at all. A man who truly loves me. All my father and mother's suspicions about him were completely unfounded, and I was very grateful for that. After being satisfied looking at my husband's handsome face, I don't know when I started to fall asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, it was already one in the morning. Gosh, I don't usually wake up in the middle of the night like this. After taking the medicine, I usually sleep very soundly until morning. Maybe it was because I felt nauseous last night, so I threw up the medicine I had taken. Elliot wasn't beside me when I woke up. I thought the man had gone to the toilet. But after waiting for almost ten minutes, Elliot still hadn't come. There was no sound in the toilet, either. Curious, I grabbed the wheelchair and climbed onto it with difficulty. After that, I went to the toilet. It was unlocked. There was no one in there. Where did Elliot go? I thought. As I pushed my wheelchair out of the room, my eyes searched every corner of the place I passed, but nothing. Elliot was nowhere to be found. I decided to go back and call the man, but suddenly a noise stopped me from moving and tickled my ear. A hot moan like someone was having s*x. Once again, the sound was heard. I put my ears to it and listened carefully to the sound to find out its origin. Then, I realized that the sound came from the back of the house, precisely in the room of the nurse Elliot hired to help me, Patricia. My heart immediately beat fast. Why did Patricia let out a moan like that? She was not allowed to bring guests, let alone her boyfriend without her and Elliot's permission. Besides, Patricia claimed not to have a boyfriend when Elliot and I first interviewed her. Feeling that something was wrong, I rushed to Patricia's room. Hesitantly, I opened the door to the woman's room. It was unlocked. Moan after moan and groan after groan grew louder and louder. Unfortunately, I knew exactly the voice of Patricia's co-star. "Naomi's sleeping pills are out. I must purchase it again tomorrow." I gasped when I heard Patricia's words amid their hot lovemaking. Instantly, my suspicions grew. But I couldn't open the door any wider and find something I shouldn't have seen. I... would never be ready. "I'll transfer some money. Use it to buy Naomi's medicine and shop as you wish." And the second that voice was heard, I wavered. It was Elliot's voice--the husband I trusted more than anyone else--but how could that be? "But let's not talk about that for now. My passion is peaking. I want to finish it," Elliot continued. It felt like all the love and trust I had cultivated all this time had been destroyed. My heart felt torn apart. With the remaining strength I had, I pushed the door a little, until my own eyes witnessed a very familiar body riding the nurse I hired. Both of them were facing the wall so that their backs were to me. If only they looked at the door, I'm sure they would be shocked. Or maybe they didn't care at all? "Why? That disabled Naomi definitely can't satisfy you. She can't do 'this style' with you, right? That b***h also definitely can't dance on your hips like I do." Damn. My tears fell as soon as I heard the disgusting sentences they were talking about. I felt like jumping towards the two of them and pouring hot water on them. Or at least throwing a ceramic jar at their heads until Patricia's head leaked. Unfortunately, I couldn't. Closing the door again with a broken heart, I tried to stay sane. With all my might I wiped my tears. I couldn't be a crybaby like this. But unfortunately, my heart was at odds with logic. No matter how hard I tried, those damn tears kept falling like a waterfall during the rainy season. My hands even felt so heavy that I felt my movements were so slow. The scene just now managed to make me like jelly. []