Investing in My Crippled Wife: Every Return Makes Me Stronger
[Marriage Certificate] '...I'm really married now, huh?' Soren muttered inwardly as he stared at the document in his hands. Two names were visible on the parchment alongside the required thumbprints and signatures. His eyes traced the words for the tenth time since leaving the courthouse. Although he still found it hard to believe, considering whom he married, he decided to accept the reality in the end. He folded the paper, tucked it into his pocket, and locked up at the house in front of him. Two stories, white walls, blue roof tiles. It was nothing special, just a regular house in a regular neighborhood. Well, this was going to be their house now. '...Hmm.' Soren turned to his side. There, his wife, Ethea, sat in her wheelchair, staring straight ahead. Her face... Yeah, he'd seen it a hundred times today and still couldn't get used to it—pale skin, sharp features, long black hair that looked too perfect to be real. Like one of those dolls rich people collect. Beautiful, yet dead inside. She hadn't said a word since they left the civil affairs bureau. Not one. 'Here we go.' Soren took a deep breath. "This is it," he said outwardly, forcing cheer into his voice. "Our new home." "..." Ethea remained silent. Shaking his head inwardly, he grabbed the handles of her wheelchair and pushed her toward the door. Inside, he gave her the grand tour. "Living room. Small, but still nice, right? We don't need much space anyway." "..." "Oh, this is the kitchen. I can cook. Do you like anything specific? Soup? Drink? Coffee?" "..." Soren kept talking. The silence was uncomfortable as hell, but he endured it. He then showed her the small backyard, the storage room, and other places. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, his throat was dry, and his optimism was running on fumes. Thankfully, they finally arrived in the bedroom. He pushed the door open: a double bed, a wardrobe, a nightstand. "And this is where we sleep," he said. Then, glancing at her pale face, "You tired
