The Wedding Night Secret

On my wedding night, Fiona Lang brought home a young boy and a man.

She looked at me and said, "This is my first love. We have a son together. From now on, we will all live here in harmony."

"Besides, someone needs to take care of a cripple like you."

I looked down at my paralyzed legs and felt a bitter surge of irony.

She seemed to have forgotten that I lost the use of my legs for her sake.

Later, I left without saying a word. She came crawling back, apologizing and begging me to return.