ManyWriters

In the third year of our marriage, after Alaric failed to convince me to agree to an open marriage, he started messing around.
When I barged into the VIP club to confront him for the 99th time, Alaric asked me to dance in place of his new fling who was on her period.
I pointed at my limp leg, "Me? Can I pole dance?"
He smirked disdainfully, "You just had a miscarriage, not an amputation."
"What are you playing at?"
Alaric roughly dragged me to the pole, forcing me to dance.
Until my leg injury flared up, and blood pooled beneath my feet, covering the floor.
He left with his new girlfriend in tow, "If you don't want kids, don't hold others back from living their lives."
That night, I had both legs amputated and ended up in a wheelchair.
His new flame Scarlett, however, sent intimate photos of their vacation together.
Alaric didn't know that I miscarried because I had ovarian cancer.
He was even more clueless that the cancer had already spread to my legs. The lingering limp was actually a blessing in disguise.

The 99th Time Catching Him

Out of shame and rebellion, I went to college far away from home and claimed to be an orphan to everyone.


If I hadn't almost died, I might never have turned to River for help.


When I woke up again, River was handling business matters. Seeing me sit up, he hurriedly wrapped up a few things and ended the meeting.


He still pursed his thin lips, looking unnaturally stern, "I've already announced that we will never cooperate with the Harrington family, and the shareholders of the Harrington Group have started to make a fuss."


But if we find other suppliers for this order, the cost will increase more than tenfold.


I didn't expect that after many years apart, River would still go to such lengths to get revenge for me.


I lowered my head like a child who had done something wrong, "Brother, I won't let you help me for nothing."


When Alaric and I were inseparable, he would tell me everything.


Chapter 8