The Cushion
Language: en
To save my husband, Ethan Vance, from a fatal fall while he was working on a high-voltage line, I disregarded my own safety and acted as his human cushion. He walked away with a few scratches. I shattered my right arm and suffered severe internal bleeding. Later, pressured by the town's gossip about how he owed me his life, he reluctantly married me. But Ethan never loved me. One night, in a drunken stupor, I heard his true feelings. "If I had known I'd be shackled to Clara for the rest of my life, I would have been better off dying in that fall!" I felt like I had been plunged into…