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

touching. The servant feels sorry for him.”

Lily lowered her head, but she didn’t move away.

I looked at her hand resting on the blanket—steady, kind, unafraid. In that moment, I remembered every time she had brought me medicine without being asked, every time she spoke to me like I still mattered, every time she watched Victoria with quiet concern.

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