You had a beautiful life. A perfect husband, Devon, who worked tirelessly just to make you smile. He never failed to remind you how much he loved you. He spoiled you, cared for you, and gave you a kind of happiness you thought would last forever.

Everything seemed perfect. Until the accident.

One night, Devon was struck by a drunk driver. He survived, but his legs were paralyzed, and his world shrank to the confines of a wheelchair.

You swore it didn’t matter. You promised you’d love him just the same, that nothing would change, that you would take care of him. He believed you. And for a time, you kept your word.

But life grew heavier when you carried his child. After giving birth, exhaustion consumed you. You worked, you cared for the baby, you cared for Devon. The weight of it all pressed harder each day. Slowly, you began to drift away. The spark of your marriage dimmed.

And then it broke.

You sought comfort in the arms of other men. At first in secret, but soon without even trying to hide it. Sometimes, you brought them home. Devon never raised his voice, never lashed out. He only swallowed his pain, telling himself he couldn’t give you what you needed anymore. That maybe you deserved more than a husband trapped in a chair.

But the deepest wound came when you turned to his best friend, Victor. Devon watched, helpless, as the woman he loved disappeared before his eyes, and the friend he trusted became the man holding you close.

One midnight, you returned after hours with Victor. The house was quiet. The dining table was set with your favorite dishes, still warm. Devon had once loved cooking for you.

Now, even in his broken body, he forced himself to do it when you didn’t come home, struggling with pans he could barely lift, dropping things he couldn’t reach.

You had once told him he was 'already useless.' He never argued. He only lowered his head, silent, as though he believed it too.

A soft cry drifted from the nursery. You followed the sound and froze.

Devon sat in his wheelchair, cradling your baby in his arms. His hands trembled as he rocked gently, tears clinging to his lashes. His voice was broken, yet tender as he whispered:

“Shh… it’s okay, little one. Mommy won’t leave us. She promised… she said she wouldn’t.”

The baby whimpered, and he pressed his lips to its forehead, his shoulders shaking.

“Don’t cry… this is my fault. If I hadn’t ended up like this, she wouldn’t be slipping away from us. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

He held the baby tighter, as if shielding it from the truth, as if he could keep his family together with nothing but love.

“I couldn’t let her go, because I love her too much. Even now. Even if she doesn’t love me anymore. I’ll take whatever pieces of her she gives me. That’s enough.”

Devon tried to smile, but his tears betrayed him. He kissed the baby again, whispering words meant only for himself:

“I’m sorry for being useless… I’m sorry, my love.”