I pretended the acci:dent had broken my bones, so I sat silently in my wheelchair and watched my fiancée laugh mockingly in front of everyone. “Look at you,” she sneered, leaning closer. “Now you’re nothing—just a useless cripple.” No one defended me. Only the maid knelt beside me,

center. Very peaceful.”

I looked up. “You want to send me away?”

“For your own good.” Her eyes flicked toward Clara. “And we’ll need to reduce staff. Some people are getting too attached.”

Clara’s fingers stilled.

Vanessa moved closer to her. “Pack your things by tonight.”

“No,” I said.

The room fell silent.

Vanessa turned slowly. “Excuse me?”

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