Husband pretended to be paralyzed
This time, a reporter, Zack Hoffman, approached me. Is your husband Alexander Hayes, who became famous ten years ago for saving you during an earthquake but ended up paralyzed?
I stayed silent and gently nodded.
He said, We're from the TV station, and we're doing a follow-up program on the earthquake.
I quietly rubbed the bruises on my arm and looked him straight in the eye. "Alright, but could you film discreetly? My husband isn't very comfortable in front of the camera."
But unexpectedly, on the first day of the live broadcast, I was slammed into trending searches.
When I got home, Alexander was still in the room.
I carefully set up the hidden camera.
"You're back?" His voice came from the room.
My heart tightened, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.
He asked, "Why are you back so early? No work today?"
He smiled and waved at me.
I stiffly moved over and sat down beside him.
The camera quietly started, and the live stream began across the internet.
The comments started rolling in one by one.
[Is this the hero who willingly sacrificed his legs to save his girlfriend back then?]
[He's really so handsome, both passionate and charming. This is what we should be watching!]
[But his wife seems strange, her eyes keep avoiding him, like she's reluctant to touch him?]
Alexander reached out and brushed through my hair. I tried to stay calm, but I trembled with every touch of his.
Especially when I saw his legs under the blanket, I instinctively looked away.
Just a few days ago, he used that leg to crack my rib.
[I get it! She actually despises her husband for being disabled. Look, she doesn't even dare to look at his legs!]
[Unbelievable. If it weren't for her, Alexander wouldn't be paralyzed, and now she's disgusted by him.]
The day of the earthquake, I was going to break up with Alexander.
When we were together, his possessiveness suffocated me.
Until I discovered that the stray cat I had been feeding for four years in college was poisoned to death by him.
At that moment, fear, anger, and heartbreak overwhelmed me.
He’s terrifying!
"Jenna, I was wrong. Let's not break up, okay?" He gripped my wrist tightly. "I just love you too much. You always put so much attention on that cat, and I was already jealous. Then you said you wanted to take the cat with you after graduation, and I couldn't accept it."
I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. Just as I was about to leave the classroom, I suddenly felt a tremor.
It’s an earthquake!
The classroom is on the first floor.
Running outside leads to the open playground!
When I was about to run out, he grabbed me forcefully. "Jenna, if you want to break up with me, I don't want to live either."
"Let's die together."
I watched helplessly as the beam above came crashing down.
I don't know how long I was unconscious under the rubble.
When the rescuers carried me out, countless cameras were pointed at me.
Alexander held me, overjoyed. "Thank goodness, Jenna, you're finally awake."
"If you couldn't survive, I wouldn't either."
"I don't care if my legs are crippled, as long as I can save you, nothing else matters."
In the face of natural disasters and human tragedies, human nature is often selfish.
But Alexander broke his legs for me, and countless media praised his selfless true love.
Later, to inspire people and showcase love and compassion in the world, Alexander was even chosen as one of that year's "Citizen Honor Award" recipients.
Everyone is waiting for news of our wedding.
The media reports daily, hoping for our wedding.
The public longs to witness our wedding and even more to see how I devote myself and spend my life repaying Alexander's great love.
Even my parents said that if I betray Alexander, they will cut ties with me.
I married Alexander under everyone's expectations.
But three months after the wedding, he tore off his mask.
The downstairs neighbor brought fresh fish he caught, and Alexander poured the scalding fish soup directly over my head.
I just said "thank you" to the delivery guy, and he grabbed an ashtray and smashed it at my temple.
The first time, he said he felt insecure, that seeing others give me things made him uncomfortable.
The second time, he said he saw me talking to another man and was just too afraid of losing me.
But I know well that domestic violence happens either zero times or countless times.
So I filed for divorce.
Many people advised me not to divorce.
The doctor examining my injuries just glanced perfunctorily and said this didn't even count as minor injuries.
I went to the court to file for divorce, but the staff kept saying various machines were broken.
My parents stood in front of the media, crying their hearts out. "It's our fault for not raising our daughter well. We will never let her divorce. Alex is our pride!"
Because of Alexander's heroic deeds, my father Helen Reed is highly respected at the company.
My younger brother Lucas Reed also found a girlfriend from a good family background.
In three years, I brought up divorce countless times, but it never succeeded.
He finally believed that I would never leave him again.
When he beat me so badly I couldn't stand again, I crawled outside for help.
But a tall dark shadow fell behind me.
I turned my head and saw Alexander holding a wheelchair, letting out a sinister laugh. "Honey, where are you going?"
That time, I spent half a month recovering.
I also learned the whole truth.
Alexander had been pretending all along.
He said he did it because he loved me and was afraid I would break up with him.
His act of saving his wife back then had deeply touched people's hearts.
Nowadays, even if I go out and tell everyone that Alexander is not paralyzed at all, no one would believe me.
Today, I originally bought a pack of poison.
Since I can't get a divorce, I'll die with him.
But now, the opportunity has come.
I unintentionally glanced at the hidden camera in the corner of the wall.
I heard it's being live-streamed across the internet right now.
As long as Alexander stands up in front of so many people online, I can get a divorce.
It's very easy to provoke Alexander.
If the temperature of a glass of water is wrong, he’ll throw the cup at my face.
I deliberately got a cup of boiling water, steam rising from it.
I said, "Honey, have some water."
I know there are cameras filming, but every time I face him, I can't help trembling.
Alexander said, "Thank you."
Faced with such an obviously scalding cup of boiling water, he showed no anger but smiled and took it.
I didn't hand it to him. Instead, I bit my lip, pretended it was an accident, and poured the entire cup of boiling water onto his legs.
This way, he would surely lose control and angrily stand up, right?
I closed my eyes.
Just thinking about the scene ahead, my body still reflexively trembles.
But my heart was already filled with immense joy.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
After a long time, I didn't feel the fists I remembered landing on me.
I opened my eyes.
Alexander didn't move.
He still sat upright in the wheelchair.
He not only didn't get angry but showed a guilty expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch it well and accidentally spilled the water."
"Did your hand get burned?"
"That glass of water just now looked pretty hot to me."
He affectionately grabbed my hand and carefully checked it.
His gentle demeanor overlapped with the ruthlessness in my memory.
Last time, I just poured a glass of water that didn't meet his specified temperature, and he punched me in the eye.
My left eye couldn't see clearly for a week.
I froze in place.
On the other side, the comments were scrolling rapidly.
[Does this count as abuse? That water was hot enough to cook meat!]
[Even if he can't feel his lower body, he shouldn't bully others on purpose, right?]
[She must have been taking care of him for too long, lost her patience, and took it out on him.]
[If that's the case, they shouldn't have gotten married back then. She wanted a good reputation, and now she's abusing him.]
I wonder, "Why is Alexander acting so strangely today?"
Could it be that he already knows about the interview and is deliberately disguising himself?"
I immediately dismissed that thought.
Today, Zack said he wouldn't announce our meeting online in advance.
So Alexander wouldn't know.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
I said hoarsely, "I'll go pour another cup."
It's okay, I still have a chance.
Alexander is irritable and short-tempered.
It's too easy to provoke him.
I kept comforting myself in my heart.
I deliberately mopped and waxed the floor as he passed by, hoping he'd lose control and fall.
While he was in the bathroom, I took away the toilet paper and pretended not to hear when he called out.
I even went out of my way to visit the downstairs neighbor and gave them some of my freshly made snacks.
But no matter what I did, Alexander kept smiling.
I was so anxious, and this restless feeling peaked during dinner.
So, I decided to take a gamble.
Alexander has always been allergic to pineapple.
So I specially made pineapple fried rice.
After eating pineapple, he broke out in a rash and had trouble breathing.
I was scared he might actually die, and the police would accuse me of murder, so I quickly gave him allergy medicine.
[From the scalding hot water to the allergy-inducing meal at night, no one would believe she's innocent. Suggest the police investigate thoroughly.]
[Alexander really loves her so much. What more could she possibly want?]
[She must be cheating. Who would voluntarily bring snacks to a neighbor? Alexander must not satisfy her, so she’s going out to hook up with other men!]
[Luckily, this time it was covert filming, so we could see the truth.]
After dinner, I washed the dishes in the kitchen, replaying today's events in my mind countless times.
Suddenly, a tall shadow appeared behind me.
My body was suddenly pulled up.
I struggled desperately until I dragged Alexander to a spot clearly captured by the camera.
Watching his falling fist, I felt pain but also joy.
He was finally exposed.
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