My Wife’s Betrayal Led Me to Her Gorgeous Best Friend

My company sent me on a business trip to the city where my wife's best friend lived. Not long after I arrived, her best friend was in a terrible car accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. My wife asked me to take care of her for a while. Looking at her unbelievably gorgeous friend, I couldn't say no. But the very first time I helped apply her medicine, she took off her shirt... Our company was expanding, and my manager selected me to relocate to a branch office to oversee field operations. I didn't want to live away from my wife, Chloe, so I was planning to turn down the promotion. However, Chloe's attitude was completely different from mine. "A man should focus on his career," she urged. "And besides, my best friend, Maya, lives over there. You can look her up when you arrive. You two can keep each other company." Hearing Maya's name made my heart skip a beat. An image of her gorgeous, curvaceous figure immediately flashed across my mind. The last time I saw her, she was wearing a beige trench coat. Her long, shapely legs and stunning curves had left a deep impression on me. When the day of my relocation arrived, I boarded my flight and headed to the new city. Being new to the area, my immediate priority was finding a place to live. Maya immediately told me that her apartment complex was perfect for me, and she even helped me secure a rental there the very next day. Over the next few days, while I was busy running around for work, Maya spent her free time helping me clean, unpack, and buy furniture. She made the apartment feel incredibly warm and cozy—just like a real home. I had only met Maya twice before, and she had always seemed distant and hard to approach. But this time, I realized she wasn't like that at all. Maya loved painting, music, and literature, and her job was related to the arts. People who love art can seem aloof at first, but once you get close to them, you realize they possess a heart as passionate as fire. Just as the branch office stabilized and my life was turning for the better, Maya got into a horrific car accident.The doctor said her legs had sustained severe trauma and nerve damage. To put it simply, she was permanently paralyzed. For a girl as beautiful and vibrant as Maya, a lifetime of paralysis was a fate worse than death. When my wife, Chloe, heard the news, she fell silent for a long moment. Finally, she asked hesitantly over the phone: "Jason, can you do me a favor and take care of Maya for a while?" I didn't understand why she was asking me to do this. Shouldn't Maya's family be the ones looking after her? But I got my answer soon enough from the voice message Chloe sent next. It turned out Maya was an orphan. Her parents divorced when she was a toddler, her mother ran away, and her father passed away before she was three. She had no memory of either of them. The grandmother who had raised her single-handedly had also passed away a few years ago. Now, tragedy had struck her again. In this city, I was the only friend Maya had. She was a sweet, kind girl who had helped me so much since I arrived. How could I just abandon her? No matter what, I had to support her through this nightmare. When I returned to the ward, Maya was awake. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes. She didn't even react when I walked in. Her spirit was completely broken. Thinking about her tragic past, a wave of sorrow washed over me. Why did such a beautiful, kind-hearted girl have to suffer all of this alone? I knew the doctor had already told her the truth. There was no hiding it from her, and even if I tried, a lie would eventually fall apart. It was better to be honest and tackle it head-on. I gathered my thoughts, stood by her bedside, and said softly, "The doctor said the nerves in your legs are damaged, so you've temporarily lost sensation. But that doesn't mean there's absolutely no hope for recovery in the future." "Jason, you don't have to comfort me." "Maybe I shouldn't have been in this world in the first place. Dying would be a release." For Maya, death wasn't scary. It was the only way she could return to her grandmother's arms. She was in a dangerous state of mind. I started to panic. "If you give up, what about the people who care about you?" Maya gave a bitter, tragic smile. "Who in this world actually cares about me?" "I do! I care about you!" "If you want to die, you have to get my permission first. From now on, I will take care of you." Desperate times called for desperate measures. I didn't care if my words sounded too intense or suggestive. All I wanted was to spark her desire to live.Maya froze. Her lips parted, then pressed back into a tight line. She didn't argue. That night, I immediately stepped into my role, set up a cot right next to her hospital bed, and stayed by her side. The next day, Maya's complexion looked a bit better, and a flicker of life returned to her eyes. "Do you want something to eat?" I asked. Maya shook her head. "I don't have an appetite." "You need food to keep your strength up. I'll go grab us some food." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I stood up and went downstairs to buy some light, warm oatmeal and eggs. Back in the room, I adjusted her bed so she was sitting upright. Then, spoonful by spoonful, I gently fed the warm oatmeal to her. Maya obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the food. I nodded in satisfaction. Eating was a great sign. It meant she wanted to live. After the doctor finished his morning rounds, Maya suddenly spoke up. "Jason, I want to be discharged today." I immediately refused. "No way. You need to stay for a few more days until the doctor clears you." A serious injury takes months to heal. She had just survived a horrific car accident; there was no way she could go home the very next day. "The doctor said that apart from the nerve damage in my legs, my other injuries are fine. Staying in the hospital is just for observation. I can do that at home." "Jason, I really hate being in the hospital. Can you please help me check out?" Her voice was quiet, but her tone was incredibly stubborn. This was the first time she had gone against my wishes. Seeing how determined she was, I sighed and stopped arguing. I knew that once a gentle girl like Maya made up her mind, it was impossible to change it. "Tomorrow," I compromised. "No matter what, we're staying one more day for observation." The next morning, I handled her discharge paperwork and wheeled her back to her apartment. And so, my life of taking care of Maya officially began. Aside from her paralyzed legs, Maya had a six-inch incision stretching from her side to her back. The wound was healing well, but it still needed daily dressing changes to prevent infection. Plus, once the wound closed up, we had to apply scar gel. No young woman wanted a massive, ugly scar on her body. However, the location of the wound was a bit sensitive. In the hospital, the nurses had done it. Now that she was home, she found herself in an awkward position. "Jason, can you... can you help me apply the medicine?" Maya's voice was as quiet as a fly, her beautiful face flushing a deep, brilliant crimson. "Sure. Just... pretend I'm your doctor." There was no one else who could help her, so the responsibility fell entirely on me. Before applying the medicine, Maya had to take off her top. I turned around, listening to the soft rustling of fabric behind me. "Okay," she whispered. I turned back. Maya had taken off her shirt, exposing her beautiful, flawless back as she lay face down on the bed. Her head was buried deep in her pillow, looking exactly like a blushing ostrich. My eyes were instantly drawn to her back. Her skin was incredibly delicate, pale, and so smooth that I could almost see the faint blue veins beneath it. She was an absolute treasure of a girl. It was such a tragedy about her legs. Grabbing the ointment, I forced my racing heart to calm down and began gently applying the medicine to her wound. During the process, my fingers inevitably brushed against the warm skin around her injury. The soft, warm sensation sent a jolt straight to my chest. I had to hold my breath and focus entirely on the task at hand. By the time I finally finished, Maya's face was burning hot. "I... I need to use the bathroom." Maybe the contact from the medicine application had stimulated her, but she suddenly needed to go. Unlike men, women couldn't easily use a bedpan for this. She had to go to the actual bathroom. Once Maya put on her pajamas, I scooped her up in my arms. I was only wearing a thin t-shirt, and our bodies pressed closely together. The physical contact made me acutely aware of her warmth and softness. My newly calmed heart started racing all over again. "Can you... can you help me pull my pants down?" Maya whispered as she sat on the toilet, her face so red it looked like it might burst.