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

the surround-sound system with perfect clarity.

“He won’t last,” Marcus’s voice rang out. “The board will panic.”

“Good,” Victoria’s recorded laughter sliced through the stunned silence. “Once I marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power. After that… Poor Julian can recover somewhere quiet.”

A wave of shocked murmurs continue reading …