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,

members rose from their seats. Guests whispered. Vanessa’s mother clutched her pearls.

“You set me up,” Vanessa hissed.

“No,” I said. “I sat down. You showed me who you were.”

She pointed at Clara, who stood near the doorway in a simple black dress, trembling but standing firm. “That servant poisoned you against me!”

I locked the wheels of my chair

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