I Won Five Million and Gave It All to My Rapist

Ten years ago, I was brutally assaulted at the station.

My fiancé, Arthur, rushed to my rescue, crippling that man, but losing a leg himself in the process.

I had a mental breakdown, and for ten full years, he took meticulous care of me.

Dragging his injured leg, he worked as a delivery driver by day and a rideshare driver by night, just to earn money for my exorbitant medical bills.

His parents cried and begged him, "You've done enough for her. Leave this crazy woman!"

But for me, he was willing to cut ties with his own family.