The Heiress's Forgotten Husband

I had an autistic wife who was prone to sudden, violent outbursts.

My family and friends never looked down on her; instead, they constantly reminded me to treat her with absolute kindness.

For four years, I worked multiple jobs to support her, pampering her like my most precious treasure.

Then, one night, when I reflexively tried to pull the blanket over her shoulders, she kicked me away with a cold, disgusted glare and snarled:

"Get away from me, you sick creep!"

Mary Sullivan was cured.