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 ....