My Fiancé Crushed My Legs To Please His First Love — Novel

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Lainey's world is a fragile web of broken promises and hidden betrayals, spun tighter with every passing day. After sacrificing her freedom for Jeremiah, the man she thought she loved, she's left grappling with the reality of a shattered life—literally and emotionally. Just when she believes she can finally walk down the aisle, a tragic accident leaves her confined to a wheelchair, and the man she trusted becomes her greatest tormentor.

As Jeremiah rushes to appease his first love, Margaret, Lainey’s trust crumbles beneath the weight of deception. Each moment spent in their shadow reveals the truth: love can turn into a weapon, wielded with a smile. With the wedding looming and her legs still healing, Lainey finds herself caught in a game where the stakes are her very identity.

Can she break free from the chains of a past filled with lies? Or will she always remain the pawn in their twisted love story? When she uncovers secrets that could shatter their facade, Lainey realizes she has to fight not just for her freedom but for her very life. Will she muster the strength to reclaim her narrative, or will she forever be trapped in a story written by others?

My Fiancé Crushed My Legs To Please His First LoveChapter 1

My fiancé's first love had accidentally stabbed someone, and he pushed me forward to take the fall, promising he would marry me once I got out.

After I was released from prison, he kept his word and prepared to marry me, but on the day I tried on my wedding dress, he hit me with his car and shattered both my legs.

He said, “I’m sorry, Lainey. I was just too excited. The thought of you becoming my bride overwhelmed me. Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctors to treat your legs.”

He postponed the wedding and searched for specialists to help me heal, but none of them worked.

I remembered a remarkable woman in prison known for her healing skills and turned to ask him for help, only to hear the sounds of him tangled with his first love outside the study door.

Realizing it had all been a scam, I pulled out my phone and called his mother.

“Auntie, I’ve repaid the favor. Isn’t it time to let me go?”

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“Lainey, is Jeremiah bullying you? Tell me, I’ll set him straight, alright?”

Hearing her concerned voice, I quietly tilted the phone toward the cracked door, letting the breathless, lust-laced moans seep clearly through the call.