Paralyzed for Five Years My Wife Kissed the Man Who Destroyed Me

"Save him?"

What a joke.

I scoffed and spat hard on the ground.

"If it weren't for him, would I have ended up like this?"

"You tell him—"

"Enough, Duncan."

Nanette cut in before Stephen could lose his temper, losing hers first.

"Stephen paid his debt to you. Five years in prison settled it."

"Stop being so relentless! You're making a scene over nothing!"

Without a shred of hesitation, she climbed into the passenger seat.

And left me alone on the side of the road in fifteen-below weather.

I watched the car pull away into the distance. Nanette never once looked back.

The bystanders kept their distance, afraid I'd try to shake them down for help.

I lay there for a long time. Until the sedative wore off. Until the cold seeped into my bones and my body went stiff. Only then did I haul myself back into the wheelchair and open the tracking app on my phone.

Five years ago, Nanette had installed a location-sharing app herself, to prove her sincerity.

I gripped the wheels with both hands, white-knuckled, and pushed forward.

When the road sloped upward and the chair wouldn't move, I got down and crawled.

By the time the sky turned dark, I finally arrived.

It was Stephen's company.

The employees had all gone home, but the lights inside were still on.

On the table, an array of gold and diamond jewelry glittered under the lights, almost blinding.

And sitting beside that table were Nanette's parents.

They'd traveled over a thousand miles from their hometown after the fight between Nanette and me.

These were the same two people who'd once fawned over my status as a world-class racing driver, who'd begged me again and again to meet their daughter. Now they'd slapped me across the face, poured cold water on my open wounds.

They called me a useless cripple, a curse, said I'd destroyed everything their family had built over generations, said I'd abused their daughter.

And these same two people—who had once done everything in their power to keep Nanette away from Stephen because he'd grown up in a group home, who'd even threatened to kill themselves over the relationship—

Were now raising their glasses to him, wagging their tails like dogs.

"Stephen, your aunt and uncle always knew you'd be the one to make something of yourself. So much better than that lunatic."

Stephen took the compliment in stride, smoothly voicing the words already on the tip of their tongues.

"I understand completely. You're just looking out for your daughter. What happened in the past—let's just pretend it never happened. Water under the bridge."

"I can't stand watching Nanette suffer at the hands of that maniac. What we need to figure out now is how to get him to voluntarily file for divorce and let her go."

He narrowed his eyes, swirled his wine glass, and took a slow sip.

"Or, how to make him..."

"Kill."

"Himself."

Nanette, who had been silently drinking with her head down, went still.

"That's enough, Stephen."

"It's late. I should head back. Mom, Dad, I'll drop you off at the hotel."

She stood, but Stephen pressed her back down into her seat.

"Nanette, don't be afraid."

"He's not the rich, powerful racing star he used to be. And I'm not the broke kid with nothing to his name anymore."

"Trust me. I'll handle everything. Just like I did five years ago."

Something flickered behind Nanette's eyes. She wavered.

But she still tried to talk him down. "Stephen, what happened five years ago... that was my fault."

"This is my punishment. Besides, he's already miserable enough. There are some things I don't want to take too far."

Stephen let out a short laugh.

He reached over and stroked her hair, his eyes full of tender pity.

"Nanette, all these years, he's had us all fooled."

"I've gone over it again and again, and I finally figured something out. A professional racing driver—wouldn't he inspect his own car over and over before getting on the track?"

"He told you himself, didn't he? Back-to-back championships, the higher the glory, the greater the pressure."

"The way I see it, he knew he wasn't good enough to keep winning. He staged the crash on purpose. All these years of suffering we've been through? It was his plan all along."