I Paid the Man Who Crippled My Husband
On the day of our wedding, Henry Zander, my fiance, gets his legs broken in a car crash in his attempt of playing the knight in shining armor who intends to rescue the damsel in distress.
So, I terminate our wedding on the spot.
Both families surround me, trying to convince me to prioritize the bigger picture. My future mother-in-law cries her heart out as she takes my hand.
"Winona, Henry got crippled because of his acts of heroism! He's the real hero here! If you head over to the hospital and take good care of him from now on, we'll still be a family!"
My mom hugs me as well, her voice lowered. "You're still pregnant with the Zanders' heir, Winona. Do you have the heart to deliver your baby to this world without a father in their life? Hurry up and apologize to the Zanders so that this incident can be water under the bridge!"
My dad acts more impulsively by slapping me on the spot and calling me an insensitive bastard who humiliates the family.
Regardless, I walk over to the emcee calmly and pick up the microphone.
"I'll give the 880-thousand-dollar wedding gifts meant for Henry and me to the driver involved in this car accident."