Chapter 1

The night before my wedding, my fiancé took me to meet his friends. He was attentive throughout the dinner, and his friends praised him, "Your bride is so pure and innocent, Liam. You've hit the jackpot."

Liam smiled smugly, "Of course my wife is the best. Not like those flashy gold-diggers out there."

But when I went to the restroom, I overheard him bragging in a low voice:

"Innocent? What's the use of that? She's like a dead fish in bed. If she wasn't Rosalie's twin sister, I wouldn't even bother touching her."

The next day at the wedding, my sister showed up with a baby bump. Liam, true to his words, asked me to step aside.

I laughed coldly as I tore off my veil and walked to Alexander Grant, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the audience.

"They all say you like me. Now that I'm single, do you dare to marry me?"

"Haha, Stella Winters has gone crazy!"

"Choosing a cripple? Talk about desperate!"

"What a disgrace! She's dragging the Winters family name through the mud!"

The guests' mocking laughter pierced my ears. Each word felt like a needle stabbing into my heart.

My father's face turned purple with rage, and my mother rushed to the stage, grabbing my arm tightly.

"Have you lost your mind?! Ruining yourself out of spite?!"

Below the stage, Liam Carter held Rosalie close, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, I underestimated her. She's got guts after all."

Rosalie let out a scornful laugh, her voice sickly sweet, "Guts? More like she's lost her marbles. Stella dear, are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with a cripple?"

She deliberately caressed her swollen belly, her eyes challenging and triumphant.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart.

I thought tearing off the wedding dress would set me free, but all it brought was more humiliation.

Alexander stood up and limped towards me. Compared to the polished and handsome Liam Carter, he was a world apart.

I suddenly regretted my impulsive decision.

Why did I choose a disabled man? Was I really going to spend the rest of my life with him?

Alexander stopped in front of me and pulled out a ring from his pocket. The stone was made of crushed diamonds, dull and lifeless, not even a full carat.

The diamond ring Liam had given Rosalie was a dazzling three carats.

In comparison, this ring looked pathetically cheap.

The mocking laughter from the audience grew louder.

"Haha, even the ring is so shabby!"

"Stella Winters, are you really content with this?"

Tears nearly fell from my eyes.

When had I ever suffered such humiliation in my life?

But when Alexander held my hand, I froze.

His hand was warm and steady.

"I do," he said firmly.

Unlike Liam's flowery words or the guests' cold mockery, these two simple words made my heart skip a beat.

"Are you sure? I might bring you trouble."

"I'm not afraid," he replied without hesitation.

The audience erupted into even louder laughter.

"Two losers make a perfect pair!"

"A cripple and a crazy woman, what a match!"

Liam spoke up loudly, "Stella, don't be stubborn. Come back. The baby in Rosalie's belly needs a father, and you need a whole man."

A whole man?

I sneered inwardly.

What kind of whole man was Liam Carter?

Betrayal, deception, playing with sisters' feelings - was that his idea of being whole?

I looked at Alexander. His leg might be crippled, but his character wasn't.

"Alright, I will," I said, extending my hand to let him put on that dull ring.

The ring was small, fitting perfectly as if it was made just for me.

The audience below fell into shocked silence.