The phone was answered by my stepbrother. “Vivienne, can you stop bothering our family of three? Your mom married my dad,
and she made it clear she wouldn’t take care of you anymore.
Don’t be so shameless.”
Before I could speak, the call was disconnected.
Back when I was in the emergency room, Cian had used my
phone to notify my mom that I was injured.
My mom distanced herself from me as if I were the plague.
“If you want money, there’s not a cent. If I gave birth to a meatloaf, at least I could eat it. But giving birth to such a useless thing only loses money. She can die if she wants, just don’t
bother me.”
After that, my mom, who had never been very good to me since I was little, completely abandoned me.
Every day after my accident, it was Cian who took care of me
personally.
His girlfriend was my best friend. I don’t know when they broke
- up.
Because he had to take care of me, manage the company, and
was also immersed in the pain of a breakup.
I often felt guilty, feeling that I was holding him back, but he never complained.
At that time, I saw him as my only light. Even though he was still
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heartbroken over Grace’s abandonment and had someone else
in his heart, I couldn’t help falling in love with him. After leaving the hospital, I could only spend my days in a wheelchair. The painful rehabilitation training, day after day, always had his company. On that day, he opened the ring box and got down on one knee to propose to me.
“Vivienne, I’ve moved on from Grace. Will you marry me?”
I believed that he had prepared this just for me. He was able to save me in dire straits, and now he had cleared his heart to love me anew. My numb legs reminded me of reality.
“Cian, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stand again. I… I’m
disfigured now. I don’t look good…”
He held me tightly.
“I won’t reject you. If you can’t stand, I’ll be your legs. I’ll carry you wherever you want to go. You don’t need to feel inferior. I’ve never judged people by their looks. It’s your soul that I love.” He slipped the ring on my finger and kissed my hand.
I thought of him as my soulmate.
Since my mother didn’t want me, at least Cian did.
But reality slapped me hard in the face without mercy.
This man was more terrifying than the Devil himself.
The beautiful dream he wove shattered when I overheard his conversation with Grace.
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The wind in the park made my head ache.
But where else could I go?
I had been kept by Cian in a gilded cage, becoming a crippled canary. I wondered where my way out was.
I sat on the park bench until nightfall. The rain began to fall softly under the night sky. I tried to stand up, but my legs seemed to have failed me again, without an ounce of strength. It was as if I had just woken from a dream where I could walk. A Maybach pulled up by the curb. I recognized the license plate
it was Cian’s.
The car door opened, and he ran over with an umbrella, asking me with concern.
“Where’s your wheelchair? Why are you sitting here all alone?” I looked at Cian wearily.
“Cian, my legs got better. I went to your office this morning–” His eyes clearly showed panic:
“How come I didn’t see you?”
In the past, I would have thought his urgency meant he cared about me.
Now I could only see guilt in his eyes…
“I didn’t go in. No one recognized me.”
He looked remorseful. “You should have called me. I would have come down to get vou.”
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“I didn’t go in. No one recognized me.”
He looked remorseful. “You should have called me. I would have
come down to get you.”
I felt lifeless, thinking how pointless it all was.
If I had really called, wouldn’t I have just interrupted your little tryst with Grace?
He took off my mask and saw the bruises on my face. “Did the security guards hit you?”
I nodded, my eyes hollow.
He pulled out his phone and called his assistant:
“Fire all the security guards and hire a new batch immediately.” Seeing me shiver, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the car. Today was unusual. The passenger seat needed to be readjusted, clearly someone else had been sitting there. Grace’s distinctive scent was particularly strong in the passenger seat.
As he was fastening my seatbelt, his phone rang.
I could tell he was dying to check it, but because I was there, he started the car and drove us home instead.
Once home, he hurriedly went to the fridge for an ice pack, not
even noticing he’d left his phone next to me.
I lit up his phone screen.
Someone saved as ‘Beloved‘ had sent him numerous messages.
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“Honey, you bumped my knee so hard in the office today it’s all bruised. How are you going to make it up to me?”
“When are you planning to divorce that cripple? I’ll give you
three days to come clean with her, otherwise I won’t agree to go
to that outdoor spot with you.”
“Honey!”
“My dear husband.”
“Honey My sweet husband-”
The contact name “Beloved” left me in a daze for a long time. Clan had always saved my name as just my name. He never called me “darling.”
When I first called him “honey,” he was upset for a whole day. Later he explained it was because he felt embarrassed.
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Since then, I’ve only called him by his name. His love for me was never stingy, so maybe he really just wasn’t used to pet names. I didn’t think much of it.
Now I see that in his heart, Grace is his true wife.
He’s also willing to indulge Grace constantly calling him “honey.” Clan brought an ice pack to put on my face.
“Your face is already like this, why do you still care about him?” He said it’s different, he’s afraid I’m in pain.
I wanted to laugh. If he was afraid of my pain, how could he find it in his heart to rip out my nails, break my legs, and cut my
