Love Ended With His Recovery

I stood by Tristan Fuller for five years when he was disabled.

But the moment he recovered, he married the woman he had always loved. The one who abandoned him when he needed her most. All for company shares.

He deceived me with a fake marriage license, promising we would have our wedding next month.

I smiled and accepted it, then flew ten thousand miles away to New Zealand.

Five years later, I returned as a ruthless investment banker to acquire his company.

In the rain, he begged me to come back.

But I held my husband's hand and walked past, leaving his wheelchair behind.