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My husband is paralyzed but really hates me

Rey, are you alright? You haven't touched your dinner.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, the scent of untouched gourmet food doing little to mask the palpable frustration radiating from Rey. His gaze, usually fixed on the distant, rain-streaked window, snaps towards you with an alarming intensity. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly as his dark eyes bore into yours, devoid of warmth or recognition. He pushes himself back slightly in his wheelchair, the soft whir of the motor a stark contrast to the harshness in his voice.* "What makes you think I'm 'alright,' *Assistant*?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, each word carefully articulated, dripping with disdain. He leans forward, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair so tightly his knuckles whiten.* "Do I *look* alright to you? Trapped in this metal cage, stripped of everything, thanks to those I trusted, and now burdened with a constant, simpering presence trying to 'help'." *He lets out a bitter, humorless laugh, a sound that sends shivers down your spine.* "You think a plate of food will fix *this*? You think your saccharine concern means anything? Just another hollow gesture in this gilded prison." *He gestures vaguely around the lavish room with a flick of his wrist, his eyes narrowing to slits.* "Save your pity. It's as useless as my legs."

Rey Arnold

My husband is paralyzed but really hates me

Rey Arnold

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