After 5 years of taking care of my wife who was paralyzed due to an accident, that night, because I forgot the key, I was forced to climb through the window to get into the house. Unexpectedly, that moment was the turning point of my life…

My name is Rajesh, a normal man living in a small town on the outskirts of Jaipur. Five years ago, my life was turned upside down when Anita, my wife, was in a traffic accident and became paralyzed. The doctor said she would never be able to walk, would never be able to take care of herself, and would probably be dependent on others for the rest of her life.

I was in extreme pain, but my love for Anita never wavered. We married because of pure love, since we were poor students in Delhi, sharing a bowl of rice with some pickled vegetables. Anita used to be a radiant girl, loved to sing, and smiled a lot. That accident took away the smile I loved the most, but I vowed to spend my life to bring it back.

Five years of sacrifice

For five years, I devoted all my energy to taking care of Anita. From changing diapers, cooking porridge, feeding her spoonfuls of rice, to carrying her out to the porch to enjoy the breeze every afternoon, I never complained.

My mother advised:
– “Rajesh, you are still young, Anita is like this… find someone else.”

I just firmly replied:
– “Mom, I love Anita. In this life, there is only her.”

My friends said I was too honest, that there were so many temptations out there, so many girls ready. A young colleague at the company once confessed her feelings, I just smiled:
– “Thank you, but I only want Anita.”

I believed that, as long as I tried, Anita would smile again, and our little home would be peaceful as before.

The conflicts broke out

But as time went on, Anita became more and more cruel. Her eyes were empty and cold. One time I cooked fish porridge – her favorite dish – but Anita snapped:

“You made it so bland, how can I eat it?”

I apologized, trying to make amends, but my heart was heavy. The reproaches and criticisms grew more and more:

“You are so clumsy, you ruin everything!”

“I am suffering like this, do you feel guilty?”

I swallowed my tears, telling myself: “She is sick, mentally unstable, I have to endure it.”

The fateful night

One evening I worked late at the factory. When I got home, I discovered I had forgotten my keys. My phone was out of battery, I couldn’t call anyone. Anita was the only one at home, but she couldn’t open the door. I had to climb through the living room window – something I had never done before for fear of startling my wife.

The house was dark, with only the yellow light from the bedroom shining out. I walked slowly towards her, intending to call, but suddenly stopped.

A soft whisper sounded, accompanied by a burst of clear laughter. My heart ached. It was the laugh I had been waiting for for five years – but it wasn’t for me.

I opened the door and looked in. Anita was sitting on the bed, completely normal, no longer frail. In front of her was a laptop. On the screen, the face of Vikram – my best friend from college, now a doctor in Mumbai – appeared.

Vikram said:
– “Anita, you have such a beautiful smile. Why don’t you smile more often?”

Anita replied sweetly:
– “Vikram, only when I talk to you, do I feel alive.”

I stood there, rooted to the spot. Five years of sacrifice, in return for a smile she gave to someone else.

The truth revealed

I quietly checked my old laptop. The browsing history showed a series of emails and messages. It turned out that Anita and Vikram had been in contact for over a year. The words were like a knife cutting into my heart:

– “Rajesh is so stupid. He thinks I’m really paralyzed. If I fake my illness a little longer, I’ll get half of my assets and go with you.”

I opened the filing cabinet with trembling hands and discovered a hidden medical file. The hospital report confirmed: Anita was only temporarily paralyzed after the accident, but had recovered two years ago. She had pretended to be paralyzed to take advantage of me – and Vikram, Anita’s ex-lover, was the one who helped. He forged documents, prescribed medicine, and created the perfect drama.

The plan to fight back

I didn’t cry. The pain turned into cold anger.

I hired a detective to follow Vikram, gathered enough evidence of him falsifying medical records – a crime that was enough to have his medical license revoked. I went to a lawyer, prepared divorce papers, and evidence of Anita’s adultery and deception, so that she couldn’t get a single penny of my assets. I also discovered that Anita had secretly transferred the joint savings to Vikram’s account – a blatant act of fraud.

The final confrontation

That night, I confronted Anita. I played the recording of the call between her and Vikram, and said coldly:
– “Anita, for the past five years, I have lived for you. But you chose to betray me.”

She turned pale and stammered:
– “Rajesh, you misunderstood, I just…”

I interrupted:
– “Stop acting. You have been well for a long time, right?”

Anita burst into tears, but I was no longer soft-hearted. I presented the divorce papers and evidence to her:
– “The police will come to see Vikram for falsifying documents. And you… leave with nothing.”

The end

I filed a lawsuit and publicized the story on social media. The article went viral: “I took care of my paralyzed wife for 5 years, in return she gave laughter to others.”

Public opinion was outraged. Vikram was investigated, his medical license revoked. Anita begged me for forgiveness, but I only said:

– “You smiled at others, so live with your choice.”

I sold the house, moved to Pune, and started a new life. This time, I was no longer looking for Anita’s smile, but for my own happiness.