Chapter 1

In the third year of our marriage, my wife sent me to a remote island.

This was all because her idealized love claimed I had caused his blindness. My wife was furious with me and insisted I spend time on the island to reflect on my actions. Instead, I was bitten by a poisonous snake, which left my legs permanently damaged.

When I finally left the island, my wife arrived with her idealized love. As she cursed me, I felt nothing. To my surprise, when I asked for a divorce, she lost her composure. She cried and knelt, begging me not to leave...

"Mr. Evan, Ms. Harper sent us to fetch you. You can leave here now."

Seeing a group of bodyguards arrive on the island, my first instinct was to tremble. Even after they explained their purpose, I remained curled in a corner, trying to cover the festering wound on my ankle with my hands, desperately trying to make myself unseen.

I had been trapped on this island for three years.

For three long years, Harper never once came to see me. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could recall all that I had endured during those years. With no food on the island, I had to beg and endure suffering just to get a little sustenance. Not long ago, I was bitten by a poisonous snake, which left my legs useless.

Noticing my prolonged silence, the lead bodyguard frowned, "Mr. Evan, you can come with us now."

I blinked in a daze and pointed at my swollen, discolored ankle, "I can't walk."

There was a moment of silence.

The bodyguards seemed unprepared for this and hastily called for a wheelchair, placing me in it.

Once I was seated, I silently let them take me away.

When I was wheeled to the front of Harper's villa, I couldn't stop trembling once more.

A few seconds later, I saw Harper as expected.

She was in a high-end outfit, holding onto Ezra's arm, looking starkly different from my pitiful state.

Seeing me in the wheelchair, Harper seemed slightly displeased.

"Why so delicate? After all these years of reflection, and you can't even walk?"

Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Over the years, Harper hadn't bothered to ask about my situation, so she naturally didn't know that my legs were crippled. As the bodyguards moved forward to explain, I remained emotionless in the wheelchair.

Harper seemed surprised by my condition and frowned as she approached me.

As she got closer, I recoiled sharply!

"Please... please! I was wrong, I was wrong, I deserve to die..."

It was almost an instinctive reaction. I hunched over, beginning to apologize frantically.

Harper was taken aback.

She stopped, seemingly puzzled as to how the once-proud me had become like this.