My Fiancé Crushed My Legs To Please His First LoveChapter 1
My fiancé's first love had accidentally stabbed someone, and he pushed me forward to take the fall, promising he would marry me once I got out.
After I was released from prison, he kept his word and prepared to marry me, but on the day I tried on my wedding dress, he hit me with his car and shattered both my legs.
He said, “I’m sorry, Lainey. I was just too excited. The thought of you becoming my bride overwhelmed me. Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctors to treat your legs.”
He postponed the wedding and searched for specialists to help me heal, but none of them worked.
I remembered a remarkable woman in prison known for her healing skills and turned to ask him for help, only to hear the sounds of him tangled with his first love outside the study door.
Realizing it had all been a scam, I pulled out my phone and called his mother.
“Auntie, I’ve repaid the favor. Isn’t it time to let me go?”
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“Lainey, is Jeremiah bullying you? Tell me, I’ll set him straight, alright?”
Hearing her concerned voice, I quietly tilted the phone toward the cracked door, letting the breathless, lust-laced moans seep clearly through the call.
Her words halted. The silence on her end said everything.
I lowered the phone and turned my wheelchair back toward the bedroom.
Auntie, you saved my life after the car accident.If you hadn't saved me , I would have passed away like my parents.In return, I gave your son a kidney and I offered to marry your son and do 99 things for him to help him get out of the shadow of a broken heart.Now that his first love is back, I won't bother you anymore."
My tone was cold and decisive, leaving no room for sentiment.
Not long after, Jeremiah walked in, now in a clean set of clothes.
He said easily. “ It was my fault. I was careless and forgot you were reaching into the trunk..”
“Lainey, stop overthinking. What you need to do now is focus on becoming my bride. Leave everything else to me.”
I dropped my gaze.
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, Jeremiah Ross pressed against another woman, their bodies entwined, I might’ve believed his lies.
Seeing how low my spirits had fallen, he thought I was merely upset about my legs.
He suddenly grabbed my hand and started slapping his own face.
“I’m sorry, Lainey. It’s all my fault. I should’ve been more careful. I swear I’ll never let this happen again. Please forgive me.”