Chapter 4

Aston:

I hated it. I hated how weak I had become. How powerless.

I hated how my siblings looked at me with disgust like I had somehow managed to irk them by doing nothing.

I hated the fact that when I wheeled myself through the hallways I could hear the servants gossiping about me.

About the CEO who was once so powerful but had now fallen so much that everyone looked at him in contempt.

When my aunt told me about the arranged marriage, I could not lie, I knew it was coming. I was surprised that it took them so long to finally decide to dispose of me.

To get a wife that would do my every bidding instead of having to put up with me.

That was how far I had fallen now.

I was a bit surprised when I saw her. She was a very beautiful woman.

Even though she did not look like she could hurt a fly, I could see through it. I could see the fire that burned in her eyes as she stared at me and I liked it.

Perhaps this was a different scenario. Perhaps if I could walk on my own without serving as a burden to everyone else, then I would have wanted to marry her. Treat her right even.

But that was not the case and it made me angrier.

I wheeled into my room by the time she had her outburst, choosing not to reply to her instead. I could see the anger and anguish in her eyes and I just knew that she hated this marriage as much as I did.

I took off my shirt and tried to take off my clothes.

It was a struggle doing it without an aid.

My aid had gone on a one-day leave as somehow my family thought this would give me and my wife more time to bond.

I had no intention of talking to her or even acknowledging her for whatever duration this marriage might last.

I finally took off my clothes and headed to the shower, allowing the water to cascade down my body, to remind me of what a failure I was. Of how weak I had become.

I wanted to stay in the shower forever if it was possible. But finally, I turned the tap off and tried to wheel myself out of the toilet.

I had barely gone out for a distance when my wheelchair was upturned, sending me crashing on the floor with a loud bang.

I felt my head bash against the wall and I groaned, trying to get up but I couldn't.

Yes. This was how far I had fallen.

The door opened and I heard the frantic footsteps rush towards the bathroom.

My newlywed wife was standing in front of me, horror in her eyes as she quickly helped me up.

" Are you okay? You hit your head and it's swelling," she said.

I could not lie, I was surprised. I was surprised at how kind she was even though I just insulted her and her father a few minutes ago.

It probably dawned on her that I was naked because she turned back quickly, her eyes facing the wall as a small squeal escaped her lips.

I smirked. She was innocent.

" Stop pretending like you don't like seeing me naked," I said to her.

From where I sat, I could see her cheeks flame up instantly as she picked up the towel on the clothes rack and threw it at me, asking feebly that I cover myself up.

" If you don't keep quiet I will walk away and leave you to change yourself," she said.

She was so innocent. Watching how flustered she was made me smile internally.

" But you can't deny it though. Don't you like it?" I asked her.

She turned around, making to leave but I quickly grabbed a hold of her hand.

" Okay, I'm sorry. No more jokes. Please help me" I said.

The word please sounded foreign in my mouth. I could not remember how many times I had said it in the past months.

She wheeled me into my room, her cheeks a hot pink as she tried to avoid looking down again.

She sighed, going towards my closet and pulling out a pair of pajamas.

She pulled up the trousers, her eyes lingering a little on my dick, making me smirk.

" You like what you see?" I teased again.

She yanked the trousers up so quickly, cheeks flaming up again as she muttered something about me being so uncouth.

When she was done. She went to the kitchen and returned with an ice pack, placing it over the already swelling area.

The whole room turned quiet as I busied myself with looking at her features up close.

She had such kissable lips. It almost made me wonder if my siblings knew I liked women like her and decided to bless me with her.

She was kinder than the average woman I had met. The look of shock and worry that came over her face as she saw me on the ground now lived rent-free in my head.

" Stop staring" she muttered.

" I'm not and why are you staring at me? I thought you need eyes to know when someone is staring at you" I said to her, enjoying the pinkish color that crept up her cheeks again.

She was so predictable.

Her hands wandered to my legs and I felt myself stiffen. I had not felt a single muscle move again ever since....that incident.

" When is your next schedule for physiotherapy?" She asked.

I was taken aback. Somehow I had not expected her to know the name of these things.

" I don't attend it any longer. Too long and boring" I said to her, shrugging.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me as though I was the biggest fool on the planet.

" What do you mean you stopped attending? How do you expect to get better if you don't do it?" She asked again.

" It doesn't work neither do I feel different. All it gives me is false hope and a migraine" I said.

" Well it will work," she said vehemently.

" And how do you know that?" I asked her.

She seemed to pause for a while, as though thinking of giving me the next information was really necessary.

Finally, she answered.

" Because I'm a student doctor, and I know that physiotherapy is the one way that you can get better quickly. " She said.

I shrugged.

" I don't care. I don't have any reason to go and I won't be going to. I don't plan to." I said to her,

She shook her head quickly.

" Not if I can help it. I will book you a physiotherapy session at a trusted hospital and you can start going from tomorrow " she said.

I scoffed.

" You can't make me," I said.

" Technically I can and if you hate it, well then you can just get up and walk away," she said, smirking.

I scoffed. It was a stupid joke.

Her face softened as she looked at me.

" But for real. You should try to get better no matter what. You are just giving up because it's easier." She said,

Again I was marvelled. Why was she so kind? And to someone who had just made a joke of her.