The Wedding Dress for a Cripple
Chapter 1
I was born with naturally wide hips, a peach-shaped bottom, and a curvaceous figure.
But my fiancé Pierce insisted I had to squeeze into that heirloom mermaid wedding dress before I could enter his family.
For three years, I slept in shapewear every single night.
My hip bones were rubbed raw and bloody.
Because I couldn't fit into it, I became the laughingstock of the entire city.
Pierce would kiss my hip bones and whisper, "Be good, just try a little harder, and then we'll get married."
For this day, I secretly scheduled an extremely high-risk hip bone reduction surgery without telling my family.
Just as I was about to sign the consent form, Pierce's assistant came running in, panicking.
"Mr. Pierce, Miss Sullivan saw the wedding dress mockup and tried to kill herself again. She says she's jealous that Miss Watson can stand up and wear a dress."
Pierce was silent for two seconds. "Take in the knees of the dress. Alter it to a size where she won't even be able to walk."
"But Mr. Pierce, at that size, Miss Watson won't be able to get into it at all..."
"Then make her keep trying! Until Scarlett's legs heal."
"Scarlett became disabled saving me. I can't let her suffer watching someone else wear a wedding dress and walk around."
He didn't know that my father had only given me three years.
Since this wedding dress was designed for someone crippled, perhaps these legs of mine should just walk themselves back to Harbor City, where I could be the heiress I was meant to be.