I pretended the accident 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,
Part 2
Three days later, Vanessa started arranging my removal from my own company.
She believed I was confined upstairs in my bedroom, helpless beneath silk sheets and expensive lies. She had no idea there were cameras in the library, microphones in the study, and a private elevator that opened directly into my security room.
At midnight, I watched her on six monitors.
She stood beside Daniel, my so-called best friend, pouring whiskey with a smile sharp enough to cut glass.
“He won’t last,” Daniel said. “The board will panic.”
Vanessa laughed. “Good. Once I marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power. After that…” She lifted her glass. “Poor Adrian can recover in some quiet facility.”
My jaw tightened.
Daniel leaned nearer. “And the maid?”
Vanessa’s smile disappeared. “Fire her. She looks at him like he matters.”
I saved the recording.
