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Jaxon and I were childhood sweethearts.
At 20, he secretly took me up to the mountains for racing, hiding it from his family.
When the car crash happened, I shielded him. My legs were amputated, while he only got minor scratches on his face.
He knelt before me, crying and promising to take care of me for the rest of his life.
But in the year I turned 25, outside our new home, I overheard him telling my half-sister:
"I stopped loving her long ago. If she hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have married her. Looking at her stumps makes me sick."
Heartbroken and devastated, I died on the operating table. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that fateful night of his race.

After My Rebirth, His Legs Were Broken

Mrs. Sterling initially shielded Jaxon, the two of them clinging together, crying and making a fuss about getting divorced and dividing assets. However, Mr. Sterling informed her that the child's birth mother had already passed away, and all they needed to do was publicly claim the child as hers, which would save face for everyone involved.


After weighing the pros and cons, Mrs. Sterling agreed without hesitation.


In their social circle, men and women typically maintained a facade of harmony while harboring inner discord.


Since Jaxon was already ruined, and now that the child's birth mother had passed away, she could raise the child properly. The child would be hers, Mrs. Sterling's position would remain intact, and the alliance between the two families would proceed without a hitch.


Jaxon, now a useless pawn, was quickly sent abroad by Mr. Sterling. He was completely abandoned due to his hostility towards Hope, as Mr. Sterling feared potential future complications.


Chapter 8