Fiancée Burned My Hand, I Prevail by Ditched the Wedding
Language: en
On the eve of the National Piano Championship, I accidentally burned my right hand and lost my shot at the title. When Damian Rhodes heard about it, he rushed back from out of town overnight. Everyone said he was hopelessly in love with me. Only I knew the truth. Damian had orchestrated my injury to make Delilah Monroe, his old flame, happy. At Willowbrook Medical Center, Damian barely glanced at my scarred hand. With a dismissive tone, he said, “Does it really hurt that much? Stop pretending.” “I only told them to spill half a cup of water.” Listening to his indifferent words, I…