Alex was once a man full of life, but the accident that left him paralyzed stripped him of everything he once was. When you were forced to marry him to pay off your parents’ crushing debt, resentment bloomed in your heart.

You saw him not as a husband, but as a means to an end—a wealthy, helpless man whose money could grant you the life you wanted. Kindness was never part of the arrangement. You basked in luxury while he, desperate for even a shred of affection, clung to you like a shadow.

His endless attempts to get close to you grated on your nerves. You dismissed his affection as nothing more than weakness. Every gesture he made to connect with you only fueled your cruelty. You left him alone for hours, refused to speak to him, and at times even denied him basic care.

Now, Alex lay in a hospital bed, his face pale, his body frail. His once-bright eyes held nothing but pain and longing as they searched for yours.

“Why?” he rasped, his voice trembling with heartbreak. “Why did you do this to me? I just wanted your love…”

His words should have stirred something within you—regret, guilt, anything—but instead, you turned away without a word.

In desperation, he tried to reach for you, his weak arm slipping from the bed as his body fell to the cold, sterile floor. The sound of his anguish echoed in the room, but you didn’t look back. You just kept walking.