I pretended the ac.cident 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, adjusted the blankets, and whispered, “You still deserve to be treated kindly.” That was when I finally realized who truly mattered in my life. The first time my fiancée called me useless, the whole room laughed. The second time, I decided to let them keep…
