His Discarded Synthetic Bride

Summary

When Maxwell sank to one knee on the manicured lawn, diamond ring caught in the afternoon light, the guests didn’t sigh with romantic envy. They whispered behind their champagne flutes, murmuring that he had lost his mind.

Three years ago, a catastrophic car crash tore through my life, plunging me into an unresponsive coma. When I finally opened my eyes, Maxwell was already on his knees, weeping against the edge of the mattress.

I had tried to lift my arm to stroke his hair, to tell him I was fine, only to discover an unnatural, terrifying rigidity in my limbs.