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,

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that.”

I sat beside her, listening to the wind move through the trees.

For the first time in years, no one was laughing at me.

And the woman beside me had never needed diamonds to prove her worth.