My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Styles rolled the wheelchair to the residential area once again but he was confronted with the same guards who threw him in the servant's quarters earlier.“You never learn, do you?” The first guard huffed. “I don't want trouble. I heard my wife is back, I just want to see her, please,” he pleaded.“Is that so? Well her Highness warned us not to let you step foot, I mean, step wheel in this hallway.” The other guards laughed even though the joke was anything but funny. Styles cursed the stupid accident for putting him in his current state.If his legs were still functional, he would have taken them all down. He was a black belt holder in martial arts. These clowns in uniform were no match for him even if he was armless and they had guns to his throat.“I don't intend to cause trouble. I only want to see my wife.” “Well, you leave us no choice…” the guard trailed off and Styles sensed danger. Just as he was about to turn the wheel around, they grabbed his wheelchair and pushed him

The Duke's family were hardly done with him. Styles assumed the separation rites were all that was left, but he was dead wrong.They wanted compensation. Not just any compensation but twenty bags of silver. “Mother, there is no need for all of this. He has signed the papers, all we need to do is perform the rites tomorrow and I'm a free woman. There is no need to drag this,” Mona reasoned with her mother.“I beg to differ. This useless man here wasted two years of your life. He made you lose suitors who would have been very valuable to us only to turn into this. He needs to pay for emotional support for bringing this disgrace upon us,” Duchess Elena argued.“Twenty bags of silver? Mother, are you forgetting that Styles is a deadbeat husband? He has nothing other than the clothes you see him on. Where do you expect him to get twenty bags of silver from? He can't even boast of ten, Mom.”Styles would have appreciated the words of defense if it weren't a direct insult. Their demands wer

For three days, Styles was kept in the dungeons with no food or water. His stomach was growling ferociously but there was nothing he could do.He was weak and hungry. His throat hurt from dryness caused by lack of water. His vision was blurry out slowly.With the way it was going, he was bound to pass out soon. “Hey,” he heard a soft whisper and opened his eyes. It was his hallway savior. He let out a weak smile.“Here to save me again?” “You bet!” She winked, passing him a plate through the bars. His eyes nearly bulged out at the sight of food.Even his stomach grumbled in excitement. He opened the plate quickly and started digging in. “Easy, tiger. Here, have some water. You must be thirsty.”He took the cup carefully and gulped down the water. It was so refreshing. Heaven on earth. “I don't know why you still stick around here with everything happening. Do you not have a place to run to?” She asked him. Styles stopped eating. The girl was surprised by the sudden pause and was

“I advise you to watch your tone when you speak to me. You do not command me,” Ragi warned with a deadly glare. Mona bowed her head. “I am sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you but he is not supposed to be here and he is stealing from the Prince,” she said quietly, keeping her eyes on her toes while hiding her trembling fingers behind her. “I didn't steal, General. His Majesty gave me these. He said they no longer fit him,” Styles told Ragi.The man wanted to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation but Styles gave him a stern look.“You may leave now,” he said coldly and Styles rolled out. “You too!” Mona walked out of the room sullenly. The stupid cripple had ruined her chances of exploring her future room.Ragi shut the door behind her and led her back to her room.“I am not feeling sleepy. I can keep you company if you like,” she offered.“Goodnight,” he said coldly and headed out. He went in search of Styles and found him in the library.“I'm not sure I can stand

“Didn't I tell you? These people are bloody rich!” Klein exclaimed. “You've landed a good one, sister.”“I always knew you would elevate this family from the moment I pushed you out of me. Look at us now, you are indeed a blessing,” Duchess Elena praised.Mona sat proudly, feeling elevated as her family showered her with compliments. If only her useless husband was here to see her. She could imagine the wave of shame that would overwhelm him. He might even be pushed to take his life. “Do you know if he has a sister?” Joel asked. “Surely, in such a big kingdom, there must be a princess.” “You have a point. We should ask Ragi. If there is indeed a princess, we must do our best to woo. If she chooses one of us, it is a big win for the family too,” Klein agreed. In all of this, the Duke was silent. There was this feeling of uncertainty weighing heavily on him.He couldn't tell if it was the prospect of giving his daughter out or his instincts sensing something terrible coming.“Honey,