Love Wasted on a Convalescent Heart
Language: en
My fiancé Hayden Holloway's legs had finally healed. The first thing he did was have sex with his first love, Seraphina Vale, in our wedding suite. I stood at the bedroom door. It wasn't fully shut. Their moans drifted out. Their conversation too. "Now that I'm whole again, can we get married?" Seraphina panted, "What about Chloe?" Hayden's voice was cold. "I never loved her. She was just a substitute for you." Every word was a knife to my chest. Three years. When he was paralyzed, I stayed by his side. I brought him through the darkest days. Now he's back on his feet. And he's…