I pretended to be broken and stayed silent in my wheelchair—until my fiancée mocked me, not knowing she was about to reveal her true self to everyone

between us. Then I gave a faint smile.

For the first time, I saw fear flicker in her eyes.

She recovered quickly. “Fine. Keep your precious maid. It won’t change anything.”

But it would.

Because Lily had already uncovered something.

That evening, she slipped into my room holding a torn envelope. “Sir… I found this in Miss Victoria’s trash.”

Inside were copies continue reading …