Adam didn’t believe I would get married. “Who would want a cripple like you?
He was interrupted mid–sentence.
“Shut up. If you insult my wife again, you’ll need a lawyer.”
My new husband, Dean, came to see me. He is a well–built athlete.
I introduced him to the two men, “This is my husband.”
er in the
Dean is a shareholder in the dance company where I work.
He fixed my broken heart with his passion and sincerity.
I finally agreed to go further with him.
We got married in our ninth month together.
Joel asked where he was inferior to Dean.
The doctor called again.
Dean pushed the wheelchair away and helped me up.
Joel stopped him, “Slow down.”
He turned back to Adam, “Hey, go to the desk and get a wheelchair.”
Dean raised his eyebrows at me, and I shrugged.
Joel laughed, “Jeanne, he doesn’t know how to prepare a wheelchair, how can he take care of you?”
“Come back to me, we have the same legs, we will have a lot in common
“Let’s treat and recover together from now on.”
Dean held me up. “I’m sorry, but her leg is fine.”
I stood up with Dean’s help.
I felt a sudden numbness and pain, and I almost fell when my feet went weak.
Joel pulled his mouth in,
, as if he knew it would happen.
Dean put his arm around me. “What’s wrong?”
“My feet are numb. Sitting for too long stops the blood from circulating.
Joel shook his head. He thought I was lying. “Don’t force it. Your leg has been limping for so long. How can you say it’s fine?”
I ignored him and took slow steps.
I walked to the clinic with Dean’s support, ignoring the shock in the e
eyes of Joel and Adam.
Joel blocked in front of me. He looked mad. “Your leg is healed?” “How? When did it heal?”
Dean frowned.
Let him guess. He’ll never stand up in his life.
Joel laughed.
He laughed and cried and hit his legs.
He wasn’t mentally ill.
The onlookers pointed at him, but he didn’t notice. He was lost in thought.
“He’s incontinent, someone said, pointing to the liquid under the wheelchair.
Someone pointed to the liquid under the wheelchair and he covered his face.
Adam quickly moved the wheelchair.
“This is the gymnast who cost our country the gold medal.”
Someone in the crowd knew him.
“That piece of shit deserves to be in the gutter for the rest of his life.”
“That’s right, how can he have the face to come out?”
Adam pushed him to go faster. Joel’s yells were getting farther away.
Dean and I smiled and opened the clinic door together.
Then a year later, I heard from Joel again.
His acupuncture with the doctor didn’t help, so he started destroying things.
The doctor was knocked down and never got up.
He was originally to be held legally responsible, but a psychiatric report came out.
He thought he had escaped.
The doctor’s family took his guardian to court. They won and Joel was sent to a specialised hospital.
Adam stopped seeing him.
I heard he was getting more and more unstable and attacking anyone who came near.
Adam was hurt by him a
and
became distant.
He was lying on the bed, his eyes open but still.
If it wasn’t for his moving chest, he would have looked dead.
This had nothing to do with me.
My baby had just learnt to roll over, and I laughed at the way he rolled over every time he whimpered. Dean lightly tapped my forehead and said in a strange tone, “You are a mother,OK? How could you do this?”
I took his hand and said, “Honey, I want to eat pizza today”
“Okay! Arrange it
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