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A Single Step by Tufano79
Summary: Isabella Biers had it all. A loving husband, two adorable children and the dream job. One night, however, changed everything. Bella had a spinal stroke, paralyzing her from the waist down. Bella’s husband tried to be there for her, but caring for a wife who was an invalid proved to be too much for him. He divorced his wife, unable to cope with her long recovery.
Despite being abandoned by her husband, Bella was determined to not let her disability define her. She wanted to walk again. Enter her physical therapist, Edward Cullen. With the perfect combination of humor, patience, stubbornness and love, can he help her in her endeavor in walking again? Will he open her heart after it was shattered by the man who vowed to be with her, in sickness and in health?
A snippet from the first chapter.
Sitting in her wheelchair, Isabella Biers watched helplessly as her husband packed his bags. She was confused, angry. It wasn’t her fault that her spine decided to implode; that her doctors told her to deal with the loss of her mobility; that the physical therapy hadn’t worked. “Riley, what about our vows?” she asked, trying to keep the tears out of her voice.
“Bella, I can’t,” Riley grumbled. “I married you, a complete woman. Now? I can’t be what you need me to be. I’m not your nurse.”
“Do you think I like this? Do you think that I planned for my spine to …?” Bella yelled. “I’m working my ass off to walk again!”
“It’s not enough,” Riley answered coldly. “Get a lawyer, Bella. I won’t fight you on anything. You can keep the house … with your medical bills, I’m not certain you’d be able to get a new place. You’ll need it.” He looked down his nose at his wife, hating that it had come to this.
“I hate you, Riley,” Bella sniffled, turning and rolling out of their bedroom. “When I need you the most, you leave.”
“I tried, Bells,” Riley spat, following her out of the bedroom. “I want a wife that can share in our responsibilities. I do not want to wipe your ass.”
Bella let out a scream, grabbing the closest thing to her hand. It was their wedding photo and she whipped it at his retreating form. It barely grazed his shoulder and crashed into the wall, covering the ground with wooden and glass shards. “Get out! I don’t need you. I don’t want you. Now that I know who you truly are, I never want you in my life again! You’ll never see our children again!”
He pursed his lips. “We’ll see, Isabella,” he scoffed, stepping over the mess. With an unsympathetic shake of his head, he opened the door and left.