A Bride for the Cripple
The paralyzed heir of Deshonte City's elite social circle demanded that my sister marry him as a bride to "ward off bad luck."
But she was already pregnant—with my fiancé's baby.
So the so-called "marriage arrangement" disaster ended up landing on me.
My father was so furious he smashed his teacup right then and there.
"Absolutely not! Even if Catherine is adopted, she does not deserve to be humiliated like this!"
My fiancé, though, grabbed my hand.
"Catherine, how could I ever fall for someone else? It's just that Veronica is carrying my child—I can't let her walk into her doom. You'll just take your sister's place for now. Once things settle down, I'll come get you."
Watching him put on this whole show of devotion, it suddenly hit me that marrying a paralyzed heir might actually be more peaceful than staying here.
I pressed my father's hand down and said calmly, "Dad, Mom… I'll go."
On the day of the wedding, I wore a stunning white gown and sat beside my groom in his wheelchair.
My ex-fiancé sent me a message: [I'm sorry you're going through this. Wait for me.]
I handed the phone to the man next to me and smiled.
"Honey, looks like my brother-in-law is awfully concerned about me."