Our wedding was just three days away in scenic Napa Valley, a dream about to unfold.
I, Ethan Walker, an architect, was set to marry Izzy, the beautiful heiress to half the valley, and adopt her sweet daughter, Lily, into our loving family.
Everything seemed perfectly aligned for our bright future.
Then, a sudden, blinding flash, the roar of an engine, and a devastating crash ripped my world apart.
I woke up in a hospital, my body a lead weight, numb agony filling me; my legs, utterly unresponsive.
But the true nightmare began when I overheard Izzy, my fiancée, whispering to her family doctor.
She chillingly discussed delaying my critical spinal surgery to ensure I remained permanently paralyzed and utterly dependent on her.
Then came the even more horrifying detail: a secret, untraceable vasectomy to take place while I was under anesthesia.