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,

wine on her breath. “Now you’re nothing—just a useless cripple.”

A few people gasped. No one defended me.

My uncle Martin turned his face away. My best friend Daniel lowered his eyes. Vanessa’s mother actually smiled.

I kept my expression empty.

Vanessa tapped my blanket with one polished nail. “I was supposed to marry a powerful man. Not a burden.”

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