"Are you really going to force him to this extent just for Jansen?"

The person on the other end of the phone sighed.

"Sure, the most important thing for me now is to accompany Jansen to treat his illness. Pieter has a stubborn personality. If his legs recover, he will definitely leave me."

"Cerena, can you help me just this once? I will definitely help him recover his legs later!"

The hospital where I was hospitalized, belonged to Celeste's family and I never doubted that she would tamper with my surgery.

Through the thin door panel, I heard a fierce noise inside.

I panicked and tried to escape, but accidentally fell off the wheelchair.

The door clicked open.

Cerena Louis stood there, her phone still on.

There was a hint of reluctance on the face resembled Celeste's, as she crouched down and carried me back to the wheelchair.

"I'll perform surgery on you, okay?"

At first, I thought Cerena was lying, but it was not until I successfully underwent leg surgery that I realized she was a good person.

On the second day after the surgery, Celeste happened to appear.

She did not seem to know about my surgery.

I rubbed my legs and Celeste unconsciously took my legs. "Does your legs hurt again?"

I felt a bit dazed. I had not seen her being gentle and considerate since that incident happened.

I pushed her hand away and pulled over the blanket to cover my legs.

"What's wrong?"

Perhaps it was because I was too cold and distant that she looked at me with some hurt in her eyes.

"Pieter, I know I was wrong. Can you please stop getting angry?"

"I'm here to take you home."

"These days, I have hired someone to set up specialized disability equipment for you at home. By then, your life at home will still be as convenient as before."

Celeste stood in front of my bed and pulled out the wheelchair from the corner.

Without giving me time to refuse, she asked the nurse to pick me up and put me on the wheelchair and while pushing me forward, she told me that she had prepared everything for me at home.

I felt a little amused. If it weren't for me scrolling through Jansen's social media updates, I would truly believe her words and even be moved.

I did not refuse because I did need some time to recuperate and the Louis Family's house was the best place to go.

I just did not expect to see another person there.

As soon as I got home, I saw Jansen standing at the door waiting for me.

I had never seen him in person. I had only heard his name from Celeste's mother.

Celeste's mother, Viviane Louis, said that Jansen and I had different personalities. I was sunny and cheerful, while he was quiet and gentle.

However, Viviane did not like Jansen, because he got close to her daughter just to get a place to study abroad at that time.

Celeste did not even know about it.

I did not mention it either, I did not want to get involved in their relationship.

I just did not expect that the first thing the man did when he came back was to hurt me and even deceive Celeste again.

And Celeste was like a fool.

"Pieter, thank you for forgiving me for that."

"That was something I didn't do right, but I really didn't let them torture you. I just wanted to meet you and talk to you. They acted on their own initiative! I ...."

Jansen came up with a harmless face and kept explaining.

But I did not listen to a word.

"When did I forgive you?"

I thought of the forgiveness letter Celeste mentioned before and turned to look at her.

I got it, she forged my letter of understanding.

Celeste separated me and Jansen with a guilty conscience and pushed me into the room.

Jansen obediently followed behind her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two of them hold hands with each other.

It was not until I got home that I realized that Celeste's so-called special environment for the disabled was just a storage room in the corner of the first floor for me to live in.

Looking at the dim and cramped environment in front of me, I felt a little amused and helpless.

"The doctor said a room with light and warmth would help me recover, so Celeste gave me your room."

"You don't mind, do you?"

Jansen put his arm around her waist, with a hint of provocation hidden in his smile.

Celeste remained silent, her eyes flickering.

"Don't mind. It's not my home. It's not my turn to make the decision."

The moment she heard these words, her face changed slightly, as if she was a little angry, then she turned around and walked away.

In the following days, the three of us lived together happily.

Every time Celeste came to see me, Jansen would call her away for various reasons.

It was either stomachache or eyesore, dizziness or palpitations.

It just so happened that these tricks were extremely effective on the girl.

Even the Louis Family's servant, Melinda Bailey, could not stand it anymore. She complained about Jansen every day in front of me, even adding a few personal remarks.

"Ms. Louis is just confused these days, but we will be fine as soon as she comes to her sense. Let's just endure for a while and keep things peaceful."

Melinda said what Viviane had conveyed to me, but I felt nothing in my heart.

Viviane had been on a business trip abroad and had not come back for the next few days. She was afraid that Jansen would seduce her daughter, so she could only put some effort into me.

Too bad, they did not know that I could not marry Celeste.

All I needed wass to take care of my legs here.

When I woke up the next day, I saw the whole family busy.

There were various decorations and scenery in the courtyard and after asking, I found out that Celeste was going to hold a birthday party for Jansen.

Jansen stood in the courtyard wearing a pure white haute couture suit, with a tall and straight figure and no signs of aging on his handsome face.

"Pieter, you're awake."

He walked over with a smile and gestured to push my wheelchair.

I glanced sideways and immediately saw the wedding shoes on his feet.

These were my wedding shoes. They were handmade by a craftsman when Celeste and I went to Italy together.

"Where did you get these shoes?"

I held his hand tightly and spoke with a hint of anger.

"Pieter, what are you doing? I ...."

He did not say a few more words, his eyes reddened, looking like a frightened white rabbit.

"Pieter!"

Celeste appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of me in a hurry.

The man broke free and hid behind her.

"He only asked me about the shoes. He didn't do anything. Celeste, don't be angry."

"This pair of shoes was in the closet in my room. I thought you bought them for me, so I put them on ...."

Celeste became angrier and angrier.

Jansen's delicate and artificial appearance became a thorn in my eyes.

"It's just a pair of shoes. Is it worth your effort?"

"Pieter, don't go too far!"

She looked down at me, as if she was looking at a vicious dog on the street, her eyes full of vigilance and anger.

"Celeste, can you please open your eyes and see clearly that those are my wedding shoes!"

She turned her head to look at him and realized that it was indeed my wedding shoes

"There are plenty of wedding shoes. If you want them, I'll buy them for you again."

"Jansen just likes it. What's wrong with wearing it once? He'll return it to you when he's worn it enough. Besides, your legs are broken now, why do you need wedding shoes!"

"You apologize to him and this matter will be over."

I looked up in disbelief. I could understand each her word, but when put together they were too confusing to comprehend.

Everyone knew for whom these legs were broken.

But now she was saying that my broken legs were not worthy of wearing wedding shoes?

"Why should I apologize?"

"Today is Jansen's birthday. The birthday boy is the most important. Don't you understand this?"

Celeste stared at me angrily and spoke loudly.

Back then, I only heard that her first love was very powerful, but I really did not expect that Celeste, who was usually decisive and smart, would be fooled by such a clumsy method.

I was too lazy to pay attention to her, so I turned around and pushed the wheelchair back to my room.

Then, behind me I heard Jansen crying and Celeste coaxing him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

I locked the door in my small room and started trying to move around.

I had been doing a lot of rehabilitation training secretly these days and my current condition had gradually improved.

Melinda was afraid that I would be too sad, so she kept asking me to go out and play with her.

I could not bear to see the old lady worrying, so I opened the door and let her push me out.

The scenery in the courtyard was so exquisite and splendid, even more than the scenery when I proposed and got engaged to Celeste.

Celeste and Jansen were alumni of the same high school and she invited almost all of their friends to join in.

They stood on stage telling stories from the past, holding hands and playing around, very intimate.

I seemed to be the only outsider in the lively scene.

Everyone knew that I was Celeste's fiancé, but they all tacitly ignore me.

"They were really a perfect match back then, but they broke up for no apparent reason. I felt sorry for them for a long time."

"Yeah, it looks like bringing back the old memories?"

"How can that be possible? Celeste's fiancé is still here!"

Amidst the discussions, a few unfriendly glances fell on me.

That kind of inquiry and disdain made me feel a little scared.

I patted Melinda's hand and asked her to push me away.

But the moment we turned around, the projection screen in the yard lit up.

The noisy, chaotic sounds and images unfolded on the screen. I turned my head in horror to look at those images, my body trembling unconsciously.

The whole room was boiling with excitement and everyone looked over.

Even Melinda foolishly froze in place.

Jansen stood there, laughing wildly, as if his eyes were telling me that I had lost.

Celeste anxiously and hurriedly turned off the projection and strode towards me.

"Is this the lesson you're teaching me?" I asked in flat tone.

She stopped her steps and a hint of fatigue appeared on her beautiful face, but she did not deny it.

I pushed my wheelchair and turned away in disappointment. After Melinda came to her senses, she followed me, calling my name.

"It's so dirty!"

"Celeste is actually willing to marry him?"

I left those words behind my ears as if I had not heard them.

As soon as I got back to my room, I locked myself in. The unprecedented humiliation made me numb.

Late at night, I closed my eyes to rest, but I smelled Celeste's scent.

She hugged me from behind and patiently coaxed me.

"I'm sorry, Pieter. I know you blame me, but I really can't do anything about it."

"I feel guilty about Jansen and you. I don't know what to do."

"Tomorrow is the day we get our marriage certificate. Can we go together tomorrow morning?"

I replied only with the word "Alright".

Perhaps it was time to leave.

The next morning, Celeste took me to the City Hall.

But she got tripped up by a phone call near the door. The person on the other end was making a hysterical noise and Celeste was trying to comfort him patiently.

I stood up from my wheelchair, turned around and took a taxi to leave.

The taxi sped past and I looked at Celeste's furrowed brows and whispered goodbye.

Celeste was a little tired from coaxing, thinking of me who did not need to be coaxed on weekdays.

When she turned around, she saw that the wheelchair was empty.

She grabbed passers-by and asked in a panic.

"Have you seen the man in the wheelchair?"

She asked several passersby one after another, but they all shook their heads in fear and walked away.

She was in a completely panic.

She thought I was kidnapped again and called Jansen ....