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,

”

Her face hardened. “You don’t give orders anymore, Adrian.”

I let the silence linger. Then I smiled faintly.

That was the first time fear appeared in her eyes.

She recovered quickly. “Fine. Keep your little maid. It won’t matter.”

But it did matter.

Because Clara had already found something.

That evening, she slipped into my room holding a torn envelope.continue reading …