My Husband Destroyed My Hands To Please His Mistress

I was jolted awake by a burst of raucous laughter.

In the living room, the table was laden with an extravagant spread, mostly meat dishes. Kairo was tenderly feeding a piece of steak to Journey.

"Journey, didn't you say you wanted some meat? I made six different meat dishes just for you today."

Throughout our marriage, he never set foot in the kitchen. Even when my hands couldn't function, he'd just give me plain toast to get by. Who knew he had any culinary skills?

Jacqueline, his sister, noticed I was awake and awkwardly pulled me to the table. "Hungry, Clementine? Kairo whipped these up just for you."

She was obviously trying to make me feel better. Yet, the table brimming with dishes containing shellfish, which I'm allergic to, didn’t seem intended for me.

Journey giggled, "Clem, you have to try everything later, don’t hold back."

Her tone and demeanor made me feel like an outsider in my own home. Kairo didn't refute anything, simply sitting by Journey's side. Jacqueline, unable to hold back, whispered sharply, "Kairo, your wife is right here! Sit over here."

Kairo looked irritated, "Journey can't handle her seafood; I have to help her."

He completely overlooked his wife, whose hands needed help more. I ate with indifference, tasting nothing. I couldn't manage any of the food on the table, and Jacqueline had to spoon-feed me plain mashed potatoes. Meanwhile, Kairo and Journey flirted and bantered, acting as if I wasn’t even there.

Journey, clearly pleased with herself, said, "Clem, soon it will be time for my company event."

"You have to come cheer for me. Kairo even promised to take a day off." She leaned her head on Kairo's shoulder, looking up at him, and Kairo gazed back lovingly.

"Go ahead, if you want her to go, she will." Kairo decided for me.

I replied coldly, "I’m not going." Ever since I lost the use of my hands, I hadn’t seen anyone outside; he knew this, yet he still wanted me to go?

Kairo frowned at me. "Don’t spoil the mood. You can sulk all you want; I don't mind, so why should you?"

I inwardly sneered. What does he have to worry about? Isn’t this exactly how he wanted things?

"It's settled. If you don’t go, I’ll drag you there myself." He gave me no choice.

I didn’t bother to argue with him; he wouldn’t listen no matter what I said.

That evening, while taking a shower, someone locked me in the bathroom from the outside. I heard Journey’s gleeful laughter outside.

I pounded on the bathroom door, shouting for help, but no one answered. Clad only in a thin nightgown, I grew colder as the temperature dropped, shivering from head to toe. I curled up on the freezing tiles, my mind slipping away.

By the time Jacqueline returned from her late shift, I was delirious with fever. She scooped me up, ready to rush me to the hospital.

I leaned weakly against her shoulder, unable to open my eyes.

But I didn’t expect to run into Kairo and Journey hand in hand in the hallway on their way home.

"Kairo! Kairo! Clementine’s fever is severe! Quick, flag down a car so we can take her to the hospital." Jacqueline shouted down the hallway, her voice tinged with panic.

"Don’t take her to the hospital; what if they fix her hands?" Kairo angrily blocked her.

Jacqueline shouted back furiously, "She’s in this condition; she’ll die if we don’t take her to the hospital!"