Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I threw myself in front of a truck to save my son. The impact shattered my spine.
Just like that–a principal dancer at the New York Ballet trapped in a goddamn wheelchair for life.
I ripped every costume to shreds and smashed all my trophies.
My son Jax clung to my wheelchair, bawling his eyes out.
“Mom, this is all my fault. I ruined your life.”
“Hit me. Scream at me. Just please–PLEASE stop looking like that.”
I tried slitting my wrists. My husband Wyatt Reid grabbed my arms and pinned me down.
“If you die, what happens to me and Jax?”
After that, Jax fed me every meal. Sat by my chair after school, telling me about his day.
Wyatt massaged my legs every night.
I did the physical therapy, learning to live in the chair.
I thought that was it. My second shot.
Until the day I overheard them talking:
“Everyone at school calls me CRIPPLE BOY. Say my mom’s a retard rotting in that chair.”
Wyatt let out this long sigh. “Should’ve let that truck kill her. Would’ve saved us both.”
“You’d be normal. I’d be free.”
I wiped my tears and wheeled myself out onto the balcony.
Those few seconds falling from the balcony felt like being back on stage.
Spinning. Leaping. Landing.
Wind screaming past my ears like the roar of applause.
My soul floated up, then drifted back to the twenty–second–floor balcony of our place in Queens.
The wheelchair I’d been stuck in for eight years sat empty.
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The apartment was dead quiet.
Both bedroom doors shut tight, same as every other day for the past eight years.
Jax said he needed his space.
Wyatt said I shouldn’t make every corner of the apartment feel so depressing.
So behind each door was their own little world.
I got it. Never went in.
But I was dead now.
I just wanted one last look at my son. Just once.
Nothing could stop me anymore–I floated straight through his door.
Jax was staring at his phone with this faint smile I hadn’t seen in forever.
He was FaceTiming some kid from school, looking chill for once.
“Bro, your mom was actually a ballerina? Like at the New York Ballet? That’s sick!”
Jax’s smile died.
“Wait wait wait that lady who got you last time, that’s your mom? Dang, she’s hot.”
Jax’s face went dark. He nodded.
Ever since my accident, I hadn’t picked him up once.
Wyatt’s secretary, Sienna Blake, had been doing it instead.
That stung like hell. But then I let it go.
Maybe if Sienna could take my place as a proper wife and mom, everyone would be better off.
Jax hung up and flipped open his notebook.
[I wish Sienna was my mom.]
His tears smudged the ink on the page.
I reached out to touch his hair, but my hand passed straight through.
Oh, sweetheart. Your wish is about to come true.
You won’t have to be embarrassed about having a crippled mom anymore.
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No more drowning in guilt.
From now on, you can tell people your mom is amazing and beautiful.
Seemed to sense something. He whispered, “Mom, I’m sorry.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as tight as I could.
It’s okay, baby. This isn’t your fault. I chose this.
From the second I threw myself in front of that truck to save you, I never once regretted it.
I floated out of Jax’s room and drifted into the master bedroom.
Wyatt sat at his desk buried in paperwork.
Ever since I got paralyzed, he’d been working from home most of the time.
People at his company whispered behind his back that I was dead weight dragging him down.
But through my darkest days, he never gave up on me. He stuck it out for eight years.
Eight exhausting, soul–crushing years.
Now I wanted to give him his freedom back.
I traced my fingers along the worry lines between his eyebrows, wishing I could smooth them out.
His phone buzzed–Sienna.
[Delilah’s just an obligation. you don’t actually love her]
[stop lying to yourself]
[it’s my birthday btw]
He stared at the screen forever, then finally typed back one word: [ok]
He stood up and grabbed his jacket.
At the door, he glanced toward the balcony.
“Delilah, work thing came up. Gonna be late.”
I didn’t hurt. Not really.
Over these eight years, I’d gotten used to Sienna being around.
Deep down, I’d already accepted her as my husband’s future wife. My son’s future mom.
namh le Savage!
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
