After I Became Paralyzed, My Ex-husband Became My Caregiver

I met Carl when I was six years old.

He came from a very poor family, and no one wanted to befriend him.

But I liked playing with him.

To me, he was the most handsome child around, second only to myself.

I would bring him home to eat and have him play house with me.

From a very young age, he took care of me. When I wanted to climb a tree, he would kneel down and let me use him as a ladder.

When my parents wouldn't buy me ice cream, he'd save up money from collecting trash to buy it for me.

Later, we grew up.

I became a dance major and was accepted into an arts school without having to take the entrance exam. Carl's family couldn't afford to send him to high school, so he used his excellent grades to get into a vocational school to study nursing.

We went our separate ways and gradually lost contact.

The next time we met was five years later at a class reunion.

Carl had become highly skilled and was noticed by a wealthy patient.

He started as a private nurse, and within a few years, he had established his own company and quickly rose to success.

That night, a drunken Carl grabbed my hand, fueled by the courage from alcohol.

"Janet, I finally have the right to pursue you."

The entire street was covered in roses, and Carl was practically willing to dig out his heart and give it to me.

After playing hard to get for a while, I finally accepted Carl's pursuit.

The way he looked at me, it was as if he were gazing at the moon.

When we first got together, many people doubted us.

"Carl is just a lackey living off the scraps of wealthy businessmen. He's destined to serve others his whole life. He has no background, no education, and that little company of his won't last long."

I didn't listen to any of it.

I believed that someone like Carl would achieve great things one day.

And the time I spent with him was the happiest of my life.

Back then, both my parents were alive, and our family was harmonious.

I was the princess held in the palm of their hands, the shining white swan on the stage, and the lover Carl cherished with all his heart.

Carl watched every one of my performances, clapping for me and bringing me flowers.

I told him my dream was to become the greatest dancer in the world.

He said, "My dream is to make Janet the happiest person in the world."

But then my dream was shattered.

During one of my performances, I lost control and fell.

After that, my father died, my mother lost her mind, the house was sold, and we had no money left.

I didn't want to be a burden to Carl, so I broke up with him.

My happy times ended forever.