I Married a Man in a Wheelchair—But What I Found Behind Our Locked Bedroom Door Took My Breath Away

“I wanted people to see us—not what’s missing, but what we still have.”

I traced my fingers along his arm. “Then show them. But not by yourself.”

He looked at me. “You’d help me?”

I smirked. “I’m your wife. You’re stuck with me.”

A small smile appeared. “Good.”