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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

"I cannot wait to express my deep sympathy for Lavender. Just imagine the heartbreak she must have felt in her final moments, hearing her husband choose another woman without hesitation."


"Oh, and to celebrate your successful elimination of your darling child, I've prepared a gift for you. It's been sent to your phone."


Garrison then took out his phone and opened his email.


He clicked on it, and familiar voices began to play.


"Lavender, you really are a useless cripple in that wheelchair. Four years have passed, and you still can't warm a man's heart!"


"If it weren't for what Garrison said about me last night, I wouldn't have known he held me so dear in his heart. You're nothing but a tool being used!"


"Once the baby is born tomorrow, I'll torture it to death with my own hands."


Chapter 8