He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

And Callum had come to every appointment.

He had held my hand in every waiting room.

He had looked the doctors in the eye and asked, in a voice thick with worry, whether they were sure they weren’t missing something.

He had been the most attentive husband a sick woman could ask for, and he had been the illness the whole time.

There is a particular cruelty in being made ill by the person you turn to for comfort while you’re ill, and it took me a long time to find the bottom of it.

Every symptom had driven me deeper into Callum’s care.