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Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Paralyzed Husband

Chapter 2

Word Count: 797 | Released on: Today at 16:43

ond she stepped outside,

cally against the wet pavement. She ducked into the f

smelled like burnt

the chair. She was soaked. Her hair was plastered to her sku

me! Are

It came from the table

d her eyes a

as standing over a table

ad shoulders too well to be off the rack. He had dark sunglasses on,

ee cup with both hand

a waste of my time. My father said you were

. He just sat there,

nued. She waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Can

. The sadness from ten minutes ago was ev

silent. He took a

bed her glass of water. "Ma

ed her a

ed before s

oting out. She caught the woman's wrist

of it was nothing compared to her rage. She didn't let go. She

ll?" the wom

oman and the man in the whe

her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. She typed a single sentence an

are

in, her movements

this hot coffee down that dress," the screen read

ad gone quiet. Ev

le. She snatched her purse. "Freaks," she mu

he didn't know she was hol

tening into concern. She gave a small

ad slightly. He didn'

e was deep, smooth like gravel

ooked at his hands. They were large, with long f

you

one again and typed

lto

ts stiff. A few bills slipped from his

ting them off. She placed them back into his hand, her

her own credit card on the table. My treat. She offered a

He turned his h

paying

denly exhausted. She typed on her phone: We both ha

a long time. He just held the

he table. It vibrated so ha

bank: INSUFFICIENT FUNDS

ger was gone. The sadness was g

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“I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump. "This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth. "Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant-the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project. I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears. Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.”