WAR GOD'S EPIC RESURGENCE

Holden's POV Once the world starts viewing you as a disbaled, it becomes your personality. But I, a soldier with a cultivation system shall rock it! I waited for years to find true love as a soldier. And then my wish came true. Married into the Browne family, I live with my beautiful and smart wife, Skye Browne-Smith. She lives with her parents in the Browne Mansion, uphill citadel. I married Skye For love and I adore her. But her family was against our marriage, because who would want a war victim who lost his legs as their son-in-law? "Skye," I softly called her name. She was lost in thought, staring at the wooden wall decorated intricately with scriptures. She loves art. Her gracious almond eyes turned to look at me. As much as I loved her, she did not. Her glance was filled with annoyance, almost as if she didn't want me there. "You're...distracted." I pointed out. "Should it matter to you? Stop being so clingy." Her harsh voice replied. I sighed, turning around in my wheelchair. But her scoff made me turn back. "Are you going to disappear for more days again?" There was desolation in her voice, only masked by her sarcastic tone. I could tell, because I'm her husband. "I...am leaving, correct. But I shall be back soon. Tell me to take care." I smiled, expecting her to say take good care of myself while I was away. But Skye grabbed the obsidian mug and hurled it at me with resentment! It barely grazed my ear, I was shocked and hurt. "Skye!" I shouted, but she screamed over my voice, "Stop the nonsense! If you weren't found flaccid like a vegetable on the roadside, I wouldn't have to live like this! Why did you choose to live!?" She snarled and hissed at me. I was taken aback, my heart racing. "Skye, what do you mean?" I knew she was bottling her emotions. "You know what I mean. I was to inherit everything I deserved. Instead, I was forced to marry a disabled man. It was never my decision to marry you, you knew that. You only wanted someone to treat your pocket and hence, married me, the billionaire heir. Men think they can do whatever the hell they want!" My eyebrows furrowed. Her animosity was generalized. But did it hurt? Yes. She accused me of using her inheritance. "I'm tired of everything, Holden. I was supposed to be the CEO, not Jim." Jim is Skye's spendthrift and inconsiderate younger brother. "Jim was pushed to lineage by my grandmother, Holden. If you never existed, I would've been the CEO and there would have been no chance of my family manipulating me." "Manipulated you. Who exactly?" I was siding with her, feeling her pain for her. Despite all that she said to me, I still cared for my wife. "I surpassed Jim three years ago with my excellence. Grandma Charlotte was not happy with a woman of the same gender as her, who surpassed a male heir. I am her own granddaughter. How could she…" Skye's voice faded. "I will avenge you, Skye." She shook her head. "You don't keep me happy either, Holden. You disappear every few days, every month. Do you think I didn't notice tens of thousands of savings disappearing from our account each time?" She did notice them... "I'm...sorry, Skye." "That's it? That's all you have to say?" She sat back in her royal swivel chair, defeated. I nodded. Is my marriage going to end just like that? Over a mistake I know is not a deliberate mistake? Suddenly, he hurled another teacup close to my feet. It shattered into millions of shards, just like my heart. “f**k you!” She yelled, crying in silence. She broke the silence like a meteor, the words thundering in my heart. "I...don't think I can do this anymore." My eyes widened. Three years ago, I went to war in Errandale. It was a life-altering, sudden battle between enemies. I fought till I was the only man standing...until I wasn't. The bomb was close to my legs, it almost dislocated them and blew them away, almost evaporating my bones and flesh. I wished my legs weren't attached to me after that. The pain was unbearable, indescribable. But I won. I was crawling on the mud and bloodied battlefield but exterminated all my enemies. The victory was ours and I was the last man...crawling. It was like hell, but I won single handedly. I brought myself back to look at Skye. She was staring at my legs, then her eyes moved up. "Please tell me where you disappear, Holden. I'm losing hope on you." She demanded to know. Part of her curiosity was because she wanted to know where I was going. But the major part was to know if I was cheating on her, spending our money that grandly. How could I ever bring myself to tell her the truth? She will resent me. "What do you do when you're gone, Holden?" Another question followed. I was hesitating, adding greatly to her temper. My silence was enraging her to insanity. But I shall not reveal anything. That was my resolve. "Tell me, dammit!" Skye's angry fist met the desk, I was prepared for another object to be hurled at me. However, I stayed calm and looked her in the eye. "I can't tell you anything, Skye," I said. She let out a frustrated growl that mimicked a tree falling because of a peal of thunder. She stood up again and knocked the files off the desk with her hand. She was stomping in rage, and I simply observed everything, paralyzed and doing nothing. Skye is everything to me. My light, my rain and my happiness. She must be thinking I'm an infidel rascal who's doing things behind her back. But the reality was far from her crooked assumption. I could have lied to her, to ease her heart. But I know Skye. She can read me like an open book and tell me to my face that I was lying. Just then, she took a deep breath and scoffed. "Fine." She settled back down, brushing her hair away from her porcelain face. "If that's how it is, let's separate. Let's get a divorce so I can finally be free from caring for a disabled nobody."