After the wedding, they brought me to a mansion — the mansion that the Harrison family had given to me as a gift. It was worth $2 million. For someone like me who had never owned a home, it felt like a dream.
But that night, on our wedding night, the truth finally began to reveal itself.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed. The sadness was still in his eyes.
“Mia,” he said gently, “there’s something you need to know before you start hating me.”
Confused, I walked closer.
“Hate you? Why would I hate you, Ethan?”
He took a deep breath. And when I lifted the blanket — I trembled.
Not because of fear, but because of pity… and the weight of the truth in front of me.
Ethan’s right leg was gone. Hidden beneath the blanket was a prosthetic leg.
“I had an accident two years ago,” he said quietly. “When I lost my leg, my fiancée left me. Since then, I felt like my life had lost its meaning. My parents… they were afraid I would completely give up on living. But when they saw how you treated me — without judgment — they realized you were the only person who could make me feel alive again.”
Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t know what to say.
