Reborn Before the Fatal Race
A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack.
His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap.
"Every bride should take a spin, right?"
I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine."
I let my guard down.
But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened.
The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair.
Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring.
All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid