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,

marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power.”

Gasps broke out.

Her hand flew away from my shoulder. “That’s fake.”

Then Daniel’s voice came next: “And the maid?”

Vanessa went pale.

I clicked the remote again. Emails appeared on the screen. Forged documents. Bank transfers. The bribed doctor’s name. Pierce’s signature.

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