No Way Back to Us
The night before my wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I fell into a coma, and my body was broken and bruised.
While I lay unconscious, my fiancé called off the engagement and married his childhood sweetheart instead.
My mother went to demand justice on my behalf—but never made it back. She died in a sudden, brutal accident along the way.
In that moment of chaos, it was my childhood friend who stepped in. He knelt on one knee outside the hospital with a wedding gift of a hundred thousand dollars and quietly handled my mother's funeral.
I was wheeled into surgery. I lived, but was left with a permanent disability. And still, he promised to stay by my side, for life.
I was deeply