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

"He just wanted to chain you to his side forever. Don't you see that, you fool?"

Stephen gripped Nanette's shoulders with both hands, his gaze deadly serious.

Nanette's lips trembled, her pupils slowly contracting.

As if a veil had been ripped away, she threw herself into his arms and broke down sobbing.

"Stephen, Stephen! All these years, I've missed you so much..."

My skull tightened. The pain was blinding, and my breathing had nearly stopped.

Buried memories kept surging to the surface, one after another.

I remembered now. The day of the show, I had clearly seen that the brake cables were intact.

Someone had tampered with them on purpose.

And that someone was about to try killing me a second time.

My hands shook. I forced myself to take deep, steady breaths, fighting to stay calm.

I pulled out the plastic bag I'd hidden inside my coat and swallowed the black pill inside.

Then I made a phone call.

The other end picked up almost instantly. "Mr. Henson, I've been waiting for your call! I'll arrange everything you need right away. Here's to a successful partnership!"

After hanging up, I grabbed everything within reach and hurled it at the office door, one piece after another.

"Cheating scum! Screwing around in the office!"

"Big-shot CEO, and all you do is steal other men's wives!"

"I told you, I'd take you both down with me..."

Glass shattered with a deafening crash. Everyone inside flinched.

Stephen was the first to recover. He dragged me into the office by force.

Shards of glass sliced into my flesh. Blood ran in thin lines down my skin.

Stephen drove his fist into my face. Again. And again.

"Worthless piece of trash. You did this to us, and you still had the nerve to follow her here!"

"I could beat you to death right now and nobody would ever know. You brought this on yourself!"

I heard the clear, wet snap of bone breaking.

Nanette's parents immediately started cleaning up the blood, excitement flickering across their faces.

Nanette reached a hand toward me. Our eyes met. She pulled it back.

She turned her head away and stopped looking.

It only took a few blows before I went still.

Stephen wiped the blood off his face and let out a cold snort.

"Pathetic. Same as always."

The smirk hadn't finished forming on his lips when police sirens wailed from the street below.

Two officers walked toward the entrance.

"Which of you is Mr. Walker? And Ms. Swanson?"

"We've received a report alleging that you intentionally murdered a man named Duncan Henson."