My Wife Thought I Was Paralyzed And Tried To Sell My Kids — She Didn’t Know I Was Faking
Part 1
I lay completely motionless in the center of the vast bed while the crystal chandelier blinded my eyes.
My chest was tightly wrapped in layers of white bandages to perfectly conceal a truth no one in this room was allowed to know.
“I can’t live like this for another single day.”
Brenda’s voice tore through the heavy air like a sharpened blade.
She stood beside my mattress with her tall figure wrapped in a ridiculously expensive silk dress.
Her flawless blonde hair caught the light as her face twisted into a mask of pure rage.
There was absolutely no trace of the sobbing woman who had rushed to my hospital bed just a week earlier.
My wife yanked the five-carat diamond ring from her finger and hurled it straight at my chest.
Cold metal struck my bandages with a dry and hollow thud.
I forced myself not to flinch.
My dark eyes remained locked onto her as I played the part of a broken man.
Only seven days had passed since my helicopter crashed into the sea.
That was all the time it took for the mask of love to shatter into a million jagged pieces.
“Look at you,” Brenda sneered while circling the bed like a hungry predator.
I used to be the energy tycoon this entire city feared.
Now I was just an expensive piece of meat lying here while others decided my fate.
Her designer heels struck the marble floor in sharp rhythmic clicks that sounded like a countdown clock.
A thick black leather folder rested tightly against her hip.
“Can you hear me?”
She leaned down until her expensive perfume suffocated my lungs.
“Or did that accident leave you mute as well?”
I let my eyelids hang heavy and feigned a labored breath.
Every word she spoke was being recorded in my mind like entries in a legal transcript.
“I’ll say it slowly,” Brenda whispered with a chillingly fabricated calm.
“The Swiss accounts, your shares in the company, the medical decision-making authority, and the legal power of attorney.”
She dropped the heavy folder directly onto my chest.
“I need everything.”
A weak and raspy sound pushed past my lips to prevent her from claiming I was entirely unconscious.
“Brenda,” I forced out in a pathetic whisper.
“Give me time.”
Her laughter echoed hollowly through the vast master bedroom.
“Do you think I have time to spend the best years of my life wiping your drool?”
My supposed soulmate turned away to face the large mirror on the far wall.
The reflection revealed a beautiful woman utterly devoid of compassion.
“Either you sign these papers or I cut off all treatment costs and medication.”
She leaned close to my ear with menace dripping from her voice.
“We’ll see how long you last when you no longer have your own money.”
A violent surge of fury ignited deep inside my chest.
I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached while keeping my body perfectly limp.
“I’ll be back tonight,” Brenda announced as she gathered her documents.
“Don’t force me to move you to a place far less comfortable.”
The afternoon dragged on heavily like a block of lead hanging above the mansion ceiling.
My bedroom sank into a frightening silence that made my dark thoughts cruelly clear.
I regulated my breathing and continued the performance of my life.
A very soft knock at the door broke the tense quiet.
“Come in,” I croaked.
Megan stepped inside with little Dan balanced on her hip.
Tyler clutched the hem of her nanny uniform while his wide eyes darted around the unfamiliar room.
“They want to see their father,” Megan murmured as if asking for permission.
My heart physically tightened in my chest.
Both of my boys looked strikingly like me with their dark hair and bright eyes.
Tyler reached out a small hand and whispered for his father.
I had to fight every natural urge to reach back and pull him into a hug.
Our nanny gently set Dan onto the rug and lifted Tyler slightly higher.
“Daddy is tired,” she told them in a soothing tone.
“But he can still hear you.”
Little Dan toddled closer to grip the edge of my mattress with both hands.
“Does Daddy hurt?” he asked in his innocent little voice.
My throat felt completely blocked.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I forced my voice to tremble.
“Daddy just needs to rest.”
Megan stood beside the bed and watched me with genuine concern.
Her warm eyes held absolutely none of the cold calculation I had seen in my wife.
She quietly admitted that Brenda didn’t want the children there for long.
“But I thought they needed to see you today.”
Before I could answer her, the heavy door burst violently open.
Brenda’s sharp voice demanded to know who allowed the brats inside.
She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and disgust painted across her face.
Megan instinctively stepped in front of my boys to shield them.
“Ma’am, they’ll only be here for a few minutes,” she replied firmly.
“Even a few minutes is too much because they make this room filthy,” Brenda sneered.
My blood boiled so hot I almost ripped the bandages off right then and there.
The brave nanny bent down to gather both children into her protective arms.
She shot me a silent glance that promised she would never abandon my kids.
The door closed behind them to leave me alone with the monster I had married.
Brenda picked up my glass of water from the bedside table.
“Thirsty?” she asked with a cruel smirk.
I gave a pathetic little nod.
She tilted the glass and poured the freezing water directly onto my chest.
The liquid soaked through my bandages and spread quickly over the white sheets.
“Oh,” she gasped with fake innocence.
“My hand slipped.”
She set the empty glass down and folded her arms.
“You should get used to this if you don’t sign by tomorrow.”
Evening fell over the mansion faster than usual.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway before the door swung open without a knock.
Brian stepped inside with a sickeningly confident smile on his lips.
He wore a tailored dark suit and carried a bottle of expensive wine.
This was the man I had personally mentored and raised to senior partner.
“Craig,” he greeted me like we were at a casual dinner party.
Brenda appeared behind him with an unnatural brightness glowing on her face.
My traitorous protege turned around, placed his hand firmly on her waist, and kissed my wife right in front of me.
Brian mocked the word friend when I begged him to stop.
“In business there are no friends.”
A short man in a gray suit stepped into the room carrying a leather briefcase.
“The notary,” Brian introduced casually.
“Just sign here to transfer all assets to Brenda.”
I let my eyes droop and mumbled for more time.
Just then, the bedroom door cracked open to reveal Megan holding a tray of food.
Nobody noticed the poor nanny standing frozen in the doorway.
“Once you sign, we’ll take over the company,” Brian continued.
Brenda asked about the two children without showing a single shred of guilt.
Brian laughed darkly while pouring a glass of wine.
“We already have someone at the border handling that.”
He took a slow sip.
“Healthy children with fair skin are very profitable.”
My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as I kept my eyes clamped shut.
Brenda nodded like they were discussing taking out the trash.
I heard a sharp gasp followed by the faint click of the door closing.
Megan had heard everything.
The storm began close to midnight.
Thunder split the sky to illuminate every dark corner of my bedroom.
I heard the distant slam of a garage door down below.
The bedroom door slowly creaked open.
Brenda stepped inside wearing a silk robe and holding a thin syringe in her hand.
“Are you awake?” she whispered softly.
I didn’t answer.
“Brian arranged everything for your transfer tonight,” she smiled.
She tapped the side of the plastic tube.
“It’s just a strong sedative so you sleep peacefully during the ride.”
I looked up at her with genuine disgust.
I croaked out a pathetic question asking if she planned to kill me.
She laughed and shook her head.
“I’m not stupid.”
She leaned down and brought the sharp needle directly to my exposed skin.
The needle was an inch from my arm when the bedroom door burst open.
