My stepmother married me to a rich young master but his legs were crippled. On our wedding night, I timidly carried him onto the bed. Unfortunately, I slipped and we both fell to the ground. At that moment, I was startled when I saw something bulging…

And then, I froze.

His legs… weren’t weak. They were firm, alive, responding to my touch.

“You—You can walk?” I gasped.

Huy looked straight at me, calm as still water.

“Now you know,” he said softly.

I stepped back, heart pounding. “You pretended to be disabled? Why?”

He gave a bitter smile.

“Because I wanted to see if anyone would love me for who I am, not for my money. Three women before you ran away as soon as they saw the wheelchair. They all said they loved me, but none of them stayed.”

His eyes turned cold again.

“Your mother came to me,” he continued quietly.

“She said she’d sell her daughter to pay her debts. I agreed, just to see if you were any different.”

The words pierced straight through me. I didn’t know whether to be furious, guilty, or simply broken.

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