My Husband Left Me for His Mistress When I Ended Up in a Wheelchair But I Refused to Let Him Take Our Daughter Too

I once believed I had a perfect life: a loving husband, a cherished daughter, and a best friend I trusted completely. Mark, my husband, was my rock, always knowing how to make me laugh. Our six-year-old daughter, Sophie, brought joy with her love for bedtime stories and spontaneous dance parties. Sarah, my best friend, was someone I trusted deeply.

One day, I decided to surprise Sarah for her birthday with her favorite chocolate cherry cake. When I arrived at her house, I found the door ajar. Inside, I saw Mark on her couch, his hand on her lower back, their fingers intertwined. The sight left me breathless. I turned and fled, my mind reeling.

In my distress, I drove recklessly, leading to a car accident. I woke up in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the waist down. Sophie was there, her eyes filled with fear and pain. Mark stood nearby, distant and cold. He told me he couldn’t do this anymore and was leaving. He took Sophie with him, leaving me alone.

Determined to regain my independence for Sophie’s sake, I began rehabilitation. Alex, my physical therapist, was patient and encouraging, but I struggled with anger and self-pity. Sophie returned, glowing with happiness from her time with Mark and Sarah. She invited me to join them at the amusement park, but I felt inadequate, unable to participate.

Mark called, suggesting Sophie live with him permanently. He argued it was hard for me and that Sophie deserved a normal childhood. I felt betrayed and helpless.

The next day, Sophie left. I told Alex I was done with therapy, overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy. He encouraged me to continue, reminding me of Sophie’s love and my strength. Later, my mother arrived, offering support and reminding me of my resilience. Inspired by her, I decided to return to rehabilitation.

With determination, I made progress. A month later, I stood beside Sophie at her birthday party, no longer in a wheelchair. Alex was there, and Mark watched from a distance. I had moved forward, leaving the past behind.