Chapter 1

The Brandi family had two adopted sons.

One was me. The other was Lace.

On the day Annie Brandi, the eldest daughter, got engaged to Lace, she was in a car accident. Both her legs were crippled. Lace cried as he tore up the engagement.

And I, to repay a debt of gratitude, married Annie.

After the wedding, I took care of her for ten full years. I helped her through rehab, helped her stand again.

For her, I gave up my chance to go to college.

But I never expected that on the day she finally stood up and took over the family business, she would suddenly announce she was bringing Lace back home—Lace, who'd been scammed out of all his money by a sugar mama—and that she wanted to divorce me.

I'd raged and questioned her. I'd smashed everything in the house. I'd even begged on my knees.

But Annie remained stubborn as ever.

Even my adoptive parents felt that someone like me—who never even went to college—was no longer worthy of Annie in all her current glory.

In my fury, I coughed up blood right there and leaped from the top floor of the Brandi family mansion.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to the day the Brandis were choosing a husband for their daughter.

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