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I was the world's top mercenary, but three days before my wedding, I was ambushed during a covert operation, leaving my legs disabled.
When my fiancé found out, he immediately called off the engagement and ran off hand-in-hand with my best friend Vivienne.
In my moment of despair, it was Commander Garrison who rushed me to the hospital and assembled a team of specialists for consultation.
When he heard that I might never stand again,
He got down on one knee and proposed, confessing he had secretly loved me for years, and that the position of Mrs. Frost belonged to me alone.
Moved by his sincerity in front of everyone, I accepted his proposal on the spot.
Four years into our marriage, I'm eight months pregnant when I accidentally overhear his conversation with the tactical officer:
"Boss, we owe our swift victory to your deal with the Viper Squad, trading Lavender's legs. Soon you'll be able to unify all the organizations!" Garrison smiled with satisfaction after hearing this. "All of that is minor. The most crucial thing is that Vivienne married Tiernan as she wished. Even though I can't be her true love in this lifetime, I'll still clear away all obstacles for her..."
"As for the child in Lavender's womb, we'll send it to Vivienne after it's born. This way, she can truly secure her position in her husband's family."
In that moment, I suddenly awoke from my dream.
It turns out, the marriage I believed in was nothing but a sham.
And the sweetheart I painstakingly carried in my womb was just a stepping stone for someone else.
After wiping away my tears, I sent a text message, "I'll come to be your hostage in three days. Do you want that?"

After the Fall Of a Mercenary Career

"Lavender, when did you arrive? We were just talking and you..."


"I didn't hear anything. I just got here. I heard you were on the terrace, so I came over."


Garrison visibly relaxed, while Vivienne, standing beside him, said to me,


Sitting in my wheelchair, I suppressed my hurt feelings and smiled as I spoke:


"It's been a while. I was bored at home alone, so I came out for some excitement. Now that everything's fine, I won't disturb you two."


Garrison hurriedly caught up with me, draping his suit jacket over my shoulders,


"Don't get the wrong idea. Vivienne is the team commander after all. I specifically invited her over because of the upcoming battle. We were just discussing battle plans."


Garrison's affectionate demeanor caused the cameras around us to go into a frenzy.


He was doing all this just to keep Vivienne's reputation from being tarnished.


"Don't worry, I'm not that petty. You two carry on with your discussion. I'll wait for you at home like a good girl."


After getting home, I threw all the clothes I had knitted by hand for our sweetheart into the trash can.


This child was destined to never be born. As Garrison was bringing Vivienne home, they happened to witness this scene.


A flicker of shock flashed in his eyes.


"Why are you getting rid of these perfectly good things?"


I replied with a blank expression, "It's still too early for the baby to be born. These are already outdated."


Garrison didn't doubt me at all, but a hint of smugness crossed Vivienne's face.


"Lavender, I have a relative who's about to give birth soon. Could you give these to me?"


I hesitated, "No, I made these for my sweetheart. If you want to give a gift, go buy something yourself."


As I turned to leave, Vivienne suddenly grabbed my arm.


Her long nails left a scratch on my skin.


"Lavender, you'd rather throw these away than give them to me. Is it because you hate me?"


I winced in pain and forcefully shook off Vivienne's hand.


The man immediately rushed forward to catch her, then stood up and slapped me, knocking me out of my wheelchair onto the ground.


"Lavender, when did you become so vicious! Vivienne just thought it would be wasteful to throw it away. If you don't want it, that's fine. Did you really have to get physical with her?"


But that venomous sentence was exceptionally clear.


I suddenly laughed, "Garrison, even at my most vicious, I'm not a tenth as cruel as you!"


Garrison frowned, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.


"Don't try to change the subject. Apologize to Vivienne!"


Before I could speak, Vivienne, with tears in her eyes, said from the side,


"I'm a bit hungry. Could you make me something to eat?"


Garrison's previously unyielding attitude immediately softened. He took the woman's hand and turned to leave.


Believe me, you'll love the grand gift I have for you.


Early the next morning, the big showdown was imminent.


And Vivienne found me in the bedroom. As soon as the door opened, she pulled down the collar of her silk nightgown,


Instantly, a sea of hickeys appeared before my eyes,


Chapter 4