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…

The investigation revealed the wires were cut intentionally. His stepmother was arres:ted.

Amid the flashing police lights, Huy turned to me – no chair, no mask and smiled, truly smiled, for the first time.

“So it’s true,” he said softly.

“You’re the only one who didn’t want anything from me.”

He stepped closer, steady on his feet, and took my hand.

“Thank you for saving me, and for staying even after knowing my lie.”

I looked up at him and whispered, “Maybe fate made me fall… just so I could see who you really are.”

A year later, we stood together again at the altar and this time without secrets, debts, or pain.

He walked toward me, tall and strong, every step a promise.

My mother wept quietly in the front row, but I only smiled.

Because this time, I wasn’t marrying for money. I was marrying for love.