Chapter 1

His Gentle Touch, A Cruel Deception

Two years into my marriage with Julian, a car accident left me quadriplegic.

My parents immediately cut ties with me.

My former friends and relatives? They couldn't distance themselves fast enough.

Only Julian remained, steadfastly by my side.

An esteemed professor, he began taking on private tutoring gigs and even filming short online comedy skits just to pay for my medical bills.

His colleagues and alumni, proud of their Oxford roots, scoffed, calling him a disgrace, saying he’d sacrificed his dignity.

He ignored them all, continuing to do my laundry, cook my meals, and clean up after my incontinence.

I couldn't bear to be a burden on his life, so I suggested a divorce.

Julian fell silent for a moment, then smiled, gently taking my hand.

"We swore an oath when we got married."

"For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, we promised to never leave each other."

"Naomi, I love you, and I will never leave you."

In the years that followed, Julian faithfully kept his promise.

And under his devoted care, I miraculously regained sensation.

Just as I was about to share this incredible news with Julian,

I overheard him talking to a female student.

"Julian, I'm pregnant."

"If you don't take responsibility, I'll end both my life and our baby's right in front of you!"