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The chauffeur arrived. I directed him straight to Alexander Vance Holdings.
8 PM. The brightly lit office building felt unnervingly quiet.
The closer I got, the harder my heart pounded.
A voice inside screamed, “Evelyn Grant, don’t look…”
I ignored it. Pressed against the door, eyes wide open.
Through the frantic drumming in my chest, I saw Scarlett Rossi, cheeks flushed, straddling Alex’s lean waist, rocking relentlessly.
A torn–open box of condoms lay discarded on the floor.
I clamped my hands over my ears, tears streaming uncontrollably. But the sounds – gasps, moans – pierced through, drilling straight into my core.
Scarlett, breathless, taunted, “Who’s better in bed? Me or…
the cripple?”
Alex didn’t answer immediately, his eyes dark with desire. Finally, a low chuckle. “Thanks to you, her legs were pulp. What interest was left?”
Pleased, she surged against him, murmuring, “So… I offer myself… as compensation…”
My reflection in the glass was twisted beyond recognition.
I lowered my gaze. “Take me home,” I told the driver.
He hesitated. “Miss… the wedding’s in two days. Should we pick up your gown?”
I shook my head. “Canceled… Just home.”
He stammered, saw my anguish, and fell silent.
“Don’t tell him I was here,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
The city lights blurred through hot tears.
I remembered his proposal four years ago:
“Evelyn, from now on, I’ll be your legs. I’ll lift you up with my love… for life.”
His words had been honey, sweetening my soul.
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I’d cherished them for over a thousand days and nights.
Now, they were the sharpest blade, cleaving the deepest wound.
Alexander Vance’s “lifetime“… was painfully short.
Just… eight years.
I covered my weeping eyes and laughed – a harsh, sudden sound.
Then, I pulled open the drawer, grabbed the bottle of pills for phantom limb pain, unscrewed the cap, and poured a handful into my mouth.
Another handful.
A third.
A fourth.
Until the bottle was empty. I stared, numb.
But the agony tearing through my lower body didn’t lessen. It threatened to consume me.
Tracing the scars where my legs ended, hearing Alex’s words echo… a metallic tang filled my throat.
I doubled over, coughing up thick, dark blood.
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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.
