Broken Legs Better Vision
Language: en
It had been five years since Peter, the boy who stole my life, pinned me between the bumper of his Porsche and a brick wall, crushing my legs. When my parents and my childhood sweetheart, Camilla, rushed me to the ER—when the surgeon looked at me with pity and said I might spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair—Camilla hadn't hesitated. She got down on her knees right there in the sterile white hallway and proposed to me, swearing she would be my legs, my caretaker, my wife, for the rest of our lives. My parents, the billionaire Sinclairs who had only found their biological son—me—ten…