A Marriage Beyond Reach

Did you know that there is no cure for a migraine?

However, my wealthy husband never suffered from it because my hands massaged him every day.

On the day of my car accident, I begged a passerby to call my husband to save me, but he answered impatiently, "Is it necessary to use such a cheap trick on me just because I refused to take your call?"

I could hear the malicious laughter of his childhood crush from the other end of the line.

My right hand suffered a permanent bone fracture, while my left hand had signs of muscle deterioration.

When the lawyer was done drafting the divorce papers, I signed them with great difficulty and delivered them to him.

On the day he suffered a massive migraine, my husband looked at my limp hands and stayed silent for a long time.

The reason why Ian Langham visited the hospital was to treat his migraine, even though it had been ten years since he suffered from it. However, he did not expect to see me at the hospital as well.

Ian's childhood crush, Jewel Hersch, was dressed exquisitely, and she had her arm around Ian's while looking at me daintily. It was as if I, Ian's legitimate wife, did not exist in that hospital ward. I laid quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"It's just an argument. Can't you be more gracious about it?" Ian turned to look at the sign on the door, which stated 'Traumatic Orthopaedics', and he continued sarcastically, "Where's the trauma when none of your limbs are broken?"

When the car crash happened, the car tires crushed my hands. Those were the same hands that had massaged Ian for ten years. My right hand suffered a fracture, while my left was starting to feel numb. However, none of my hands suffered any surface wounds.

Ian pulled Jewel gently into his arms when a nurse's aide passed by to prevent Jewel from being bumped into, and he continued speaking without looking at me as he focused his eyes on Jewel. "You can have that villa in Oswin Gardens, and pick any car from the garage. I'll get someone to transfer both assets to your name.

"Come home once you're done pretending to be sick. You’ve not given me a massage for the past three days. Is this the way a wife should act?"

Ian's tone was cold and distant, and he acted as if he were dealing with a nanny who was on strike. My hands were the only cure for his migraine, and there was no other way around it.

Before we were married, I had just picked up massaging, and every time I practiced on him, it would end up with his hair getting into a great mess. He would make a fuss about it, saying I should not give him a massage without asking for anything in return, and he would shower me with gifts in any way he