I am Marianne Cortez and I spent five years of my life serving as the sole caregiver for my husband Lucas. Our journey together started with great hope after we met at a fundraiser and made plans for a large family and travel. Everything changed in an instant when a vehicle collision left Lucas without the use of his legs and in need of constant medical attention. I immediately promised to stay by his side and sacrificed my own needs to manage his medication and daily hygiene. My hands became calloused from lifting his body and my eyes grew heavy with the weight of absolute exhaustion. I believed that my persistence was a sign of true love and I never imagined that my dedication would be viewed as anything other than a selfless gift. One typical Tuesday morning I arrived at the medical center to surprise Lucas with a special treat from his favorite bakery. I hoped that a simple pastry might lift his spirits and make him feel less like a burden during his recovery. As I approached the outdoor courtyard I stopped just out of sight when I heard Lucas speaking with another patient about his living situation. He explained to the stranger that there were many perks to his condition because I did everything for him without any cost. Lucas laughed while describing me as a dependable person who had nowhere else to go and no other options in life. He openly admitted that he considered me a free servant and revealed that his inheritance was legally secured for his biological family members instead of me. The shock of his words felt like a physical blow but I chose to walk away quietly rather than causing a scene in public. I realized that my husband viewed my loyalty as a tool for his own convenience and that he had been manipulating my hope for years. Instead of confronting him with anger I began to play the role of the dutiful wife while secretly preparing my own exit strategy. I spent several weeks gathering financial records and legal documents that proved he was exploiting my care while excluding me from his future plans. I contacted an attorney named Evelyn Porter who helped me create a strategic plan to reclaim my dignity and my life. Lucas eventually sent me messages complaining about his hunger and I responded by claiming that my vehicle had stalled to buy myself more time.
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