I moved my wheelchair to the staircase and stopped at the corner, looking down at the warm, happy scene below.
A picture-perfect family of three.
Virginia thoughtfully placed Cassie’s favorite food onto her plate. Hugh chuckled, teasing her.
"You’re going to spoil her at this rate."
Virginia just smiled and gently fixed the tiny crown on Cassie’s head.
"My daughter deserves to have the whole world."
The grievance I had buried deep inside me for years surged up all at once.
I turned back to my room and tore apart everything Virginia had given me over the past five years, throwing them into the trash.
The moment the trash can tipped over, Hugh appeared in front of me.
Without warning, he kicked my wheelchair.
Pain shot through my body, cold sweat breaking out across my skin. But Hugh only grinned.
"Bryan, it must be miserable to live like this, huh?"
"After all these years, you’re still just as useless."
"Watching your own wedding be taken from you, watching your wife bring my daughter home—and you still have to endure it all? Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you."
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move.