After My Diagnosis, My Cruel Wife Went Crazy

Summary

For three years, my wife, Seraphina, pretended to be paralyzed, confined to a wheelchair.

The night the yacht caught fire, a burning beam came crashing down, shattering my leg. I screamed her name, a raw, desperate plea for help.

She watched me from her wheelchair, her expression a cold, distant mask.

"You’re too far," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "I can’t get to you. You’ll have to crawl."

But a moment later, her childhood sweetheart, Flynn, lost his footing and plunged into the sea.