After My Diagnosis, My Cruel Wife Went Crazy
Language: en
For three years, my wife, Seraphina, pretended to be paralyzed, confined to a wheelchair. The night the yacht caught fire, a burning beam came crashing down, shattering my leg. I screamed her name, a raw, desperate plea for help. She watched me from her wheelchair, her expression a cold, distant mask. "You’re too far," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "I can’t get to you. You’ll have to crawl." But a moment later, her childhood sweetheart, Flynn, lost his footing and plunged into the sea. In a flash, Seraphina was on her feet. She shot up from her chair, sprinting to the edge of the…