“All this just because Ruby wanted the latest Ferrari? You sold the condo? Does Stella know? Where will you live after the wedding?”
“Exactly! That place was designed and decorated by Stella from top to bottom — it was her labor of love!”
Nathan took a swig of liquor, looking indifferent.
“What’s there to worry about? Back then, during that car accident, she ruined her own hand to protect me — a once-promising neurosurgeon who now can’t even hold a scalpel steadily. She’s bet her whole life on me. You think she cares about one apartment?”
I looked down at my right hand, once praised as the “Hand of God,” now limp and cold, numb to the bone.
“Ever since she lost the use of that hand, Stella turned into a mute little gourd, staying home all day tinkering with junk nobody understands. Boring as hell.”
At that moment, Ruby stumbled in, drunk, holding two open bottles of champagne, and threw herself into Nathan’s arms.
Nathan beamed.
“With a girl who can race, skydive, live on the edge, keep the passion high — how could I refuse?!”
The woman at Nathan’s side smirked smugly.
“Haha, of course not.”
“Guys, I finally got something good. Don’t ruin it for me.”