Jonah hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "The wedding is already planned. Since you're still recovering, you might have to..."

"Find someone to stand in for me so the Stafford Family doesn't lose face," I cut in, already knowing what he was getting at.

Rather than waiting for him to put me in a weaker position, I took control. At least this way, I could keep some dignity.

He looked a little surprised by my reaction but didn’t push it. He had already gotten what he wanted. Then my phone buzzed.

Jonah glanced at the screen and frowned. "Greta, what documents did you cancel?"

I quickly deleted the message and kept my voice steady. "Nothing important. Just an expired document. I updated it online."

He didn’t question it, just pulled me closer, his voice full of concern. "You’re still recovering. If you need anything, just tell me. I’ll handle it for you."

I looked up at him and smiled. "Jonah, I want to be discharged."

His expression shifted instantly. "No. You're not fully healed yet. I can't agree to that."

I tugged on his arm, playfully swaying it. "Didn’t you say we should adopt a child? There’s a nanny at home, I’ll be fine. I just want to visit the orphanage and look around, okay?"

In five years, this was the first time I had ever acted sweet with him.

Jonah hesitated, then gave in. On the way, he reached into the backseat and pulled out a bag of cakes, placing them in front of me one by one.

"I got these just for you," he said, but then I noticed the packaging—suitable for young children.

I closed the bag, tossed it aside and leaned back. "My stomach feels off," I muttered, shutting my eyes.

This five-year lie had gone on long enough. It was time to end it.

As soon as we stepped into the orphanage, I sat in a wheelchair. A little girl came running over and threw her arms around Jonah’s legs, clinging to him like she had known him forever.

"Dad!" she called out excitedly.

Jonah stiffened. His expression changed for a split second before he quickly composed himself. Worried I might get suspicious, he rushed to explain. "Don’t get the wrong idea. I sponsor this orphanage and have visited a few times. She’s just an orphan who started calling me that."

I nodded, smiling as I gently touched the girl’s cheek. "She looks a lot like you. If you hadn’t told me otherwise, I would’ve thought she was your daughter. What’s her name?"

"Janelle," he said. Then, without giving me a chance to respond, he added, "She’s the one we’re going to adopt."

Before he could explain further, Janelle suddenly started crying, calling out for her mother. Jonah’s face drained of color. He shot me a nervous glance.

I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. Go comfort her. She’s beautiful, like her too."

Relieved, Jonah stopped hesitating and carried Janelle into the office. I took the chance to slip away, pretending I needed the restroom. But just as I was about to turn the corner, I overheard a conversation from behind a slightly open door.

"Why did Mr. Stafford tell his child to pretend to be an orphan?" one staff member whispered. "Look at her clothes. They cost more than my entire salary. Who would believe she’s an orphan?"

"You don’t get it," another voice responded. "He set this all up. It’s the only way to bring the kid into the Stafford Family without raising suspicion. Just keep your mouth shut around Ms. Winslet."

"So Mr. Stafford’s heart still belongs to Ms. Jacobs," someone else sighed. "They used to volunteer here together back in college. I always had a feeling something was going on between them. Guess I was right. A man and a woman under the same roof... who knows what’s happening now?"

Their laughter felt like a crushing weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I instinctively wheeled myself closer to the door, just in time to hear a voice I knew all too well.

"Did she agree?" a woman asked.

"Yeah," Jonah replied casually. "She’s abroad most of the time, so there are things she can’t keep track of. This works out perfectly. She won’t ever find out about Janelle and she’s even willing to adopt with me."

Jonah smiled, but there was something sad in his eyes. "Once Janelle is part of the Stafford Family, you won’t have to worry about her. If anything comes up, just let me know. Oh, and this—" he handed over a small box. "Consider it a wedding gift."

Naomi took it with a playful smirk. "Another one? Jonah, seriously, how many gifts have you given me this year? My closet is overflowing. Greta’s gonna lose it if she finds out."

Still, she didn’t hesitate to take it.

Janelle giggled beside her, clinging to Naomi and calling her "Mom" over and over.

Just then, the orphanage director rushed in and opened the office door, probably to start the paperwork.

Jonah stiffened when he saw me. A flash of panic crossed his face. "Greta? What are you doing here?"

I kept my expression neutral. "Relax. Naomi volunteers here. I just dropped by to see her and finalize the adoption for Janelle."

Naomi shifted Janelle in her arms and gave me a little wave. "Greta, long time no see."

I forced a smile. "Yeah. I’ll just look around for a bit. Since you're busy, I won’t get in the way. I’ll wait in the car."

Without another word, I turned and wheeled myself out.

Jonah must’ve thought I was upset because he ran after me, scrambling for an explanation. "It’s not what you think. Naomi comes here all the time for charity work and the kids just call her 'Mom.' Once the adoption is official, I’ll explain everything to Janelle."

I looked at him so anxious, so desperate to reassure me and suddenly, I wanted to laugh. He had gone to such extremes; staging an accident, leaving me disabled, just to make this adoption seem legitimate.

Now that he had everything he wanted, why did he look so guilty?

"Relax," I said, keeping my voice light. "I’m not mad. Just finish the paperwork. I’ll be in the car." Then I turned away, leaving him standing there.

Jonah let out a relieved sigh as he watched me head back to the car.

The staff passing by didn’t bother hiding their smug looks, but I ignored them. Instead, I pulled out my phone and canceled the adoption documents online.

To celebrate Jonah bringing Janelle home, the Stafford Family threw a dinner. I used the excuse of not feeling well and stayed upstairs.

However, no matter how much I tried to shut it out, their laughter still slipped through the cracks of the door. I wheeled myself to the top of the stairs and looked down.

Jonah, Naomi and Janelle sat together like a perfect little family. Jonah carefully placed food on Janelle’s plate, making sure she got everything she liked. Naomi laughed and teased him. "You’re going to spoil her rotten at this rate."

Jonah just grinned and adjusted the little crown on Janelle’s head. "She’s my daughter. She deserves the best."

That was it. Something in me snapped.

I turned back into the room, grabbed everything Jonah had ever given me in the past five years and tore it to shreds. Gifts, letters, jewelry—ripped apart, destroyed. I shoved it all into the trash can, but when I pushed it aside, it tipped over, spilling everything onto the floor.

Then, Naomi appeared in the doorway.

She took slow, deliberate steps toward me, her lips curling into a smirk. Without warning, she kicked my wheelchair over.

Pain shot through my body, but she only looked down at me with amusement. "Greta, it must be miserable being so useless, huh?"

She crouched next to me, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "After all these years, you’re still so pathetic. Watching your wedding get stolen, watching your husband bring my daughter home and all you do is sit back and take it. Honestly? I almost feel bad for you."

I clenched my jaw and tried to move. Then suddenly, Naomi stumbled backward. Before I could react, she tumbled down the stairs.

I barely had time to process what happened before Jonah ran over, catching her just before she hit the ground.

His eyes snapped up to me, blazing with anger. "Greta, are you insane? Naomi came up to invite you to dinner and you attacked her?"

Jonah’s parents looked at me like I was the biggest disappointment in the world. Janelle’s wails filled the room. "Evil woman! She hurt my mom! I don’t want her here! I want my mom!"

Naomi clung to Jonah’s shoulder, her voice soft, almost fragile. "I’m sorry... I only told Greta that I agreed to attend her wedding. I didn’t think she’d take it the wrong way."

Jonah sighed. "Don’t blame Greta. She didn’t mean it."

Lying on the floor, humiliated, I let out a cold laugh. "Jonah. The wedding, the car accident, the child—don’t you think I deserve an explanation?"

His expression tightened, something like panic flickering in his eyes. "What are you even talking about? Your accident has nothing to do with Naomi."

Naomi gave a small, pitying shake of her head. "I just wanted to support you on your big day and yet… you lashed out at me."

Jonah’s patience finally snapped. "Greta, when did you become like this? She was being kind to you and you attacked her? Apologize to Naomi!"

Before I could even respond, his parents jumped in.

"You’re already disabled, yet you still won’t stop making trouble," his mother said coldly.

"Do you really think you're still a Winslet?" his father added.

"Who else would want someone as useless as you besides my son?"

"Enough," his mother huffed. "This is her karma. Let’s just focus on Naomi, get her to the hospital before this gets worse."

Their words cut deep, but the real pain came from the warmth pooling between my legs. Blood.

Jonah didn’t even glance my way. With one arm around Naomi and the other holding Janelle’s hand, he walked out the door.

Five years. Gone. Just like that.

Shaking, I dragged myself into my wheelchair, booked a plane ticket for the wedding day and checked into a hotel.

That night, Jonah sent a message. [Naomi is still willing to attend the wedding for you. You hurt her and it wouldn’t look good at the ceremony. Asking you to apologize was just for show, nothing serious. My parents didn’t mean what they said, I’ll bring them to apologize after the wedding.]

[Get some rest. I have a surprise for you. When the wedding day comes, you’ll love it.]

But I knew the truth. The whole act wasn’t for Naomi, it was for me. Jonah had played the perfect husband for five years, but now the show was over.

I didn’t go home for the next two days. Jonah didn’t either, too busy handling wedding preparations, making sure everything was perfect.

The morning of the wedding, I called him. He barely noticed. "Make sure the decorations match the theme," he said to someone nearby.

His assistant hesitated. "Mr. Stafford, are you sure about transferring half the company’s shares to Ms. Jacobs? She’s not family. That’s a big risk."

"Just do it," Jonah said. "Half is what I promised her. The other half is for my child. Also, keep an eye out, if the Winslet Family show up, don’t let them cause trouble."

When the assistant left, he finally remembered I was on the phone. "Greta? Sorry, I kept you waiting. The wedding’s about to start, but I’ll be home soon. Don’t be upset, alright?"

I stared at the plane ticket in my hand, my face unreadable. "Then I won’t keep you. Jonah, happy wedding."

He paused, then laughed. "It’s our wedding. Just wait for me at home."

I hung up, turned and boarded the plane.

A message popped up, [Marriage Certificate Successfully Canceled.]

Without hesitation, I deleted his number. Meanwhile, at the wedding, Jonah felt a strange unease creeping in. Something about that phone call didn’t sit right.

His expression darkened. "Find Greta," he told his assistant. "If I were really marrying someone else, there’s no way she’d stay this quiet."

After the ceremony, Jonah held Naomi’s hand, going around to toast the guests, his face full of excitement.

Then his assistant rushed over, looking pale and shaken. "Mr. Stafford, bad news! Ms. Winslet boarded a flight this morning… and it just crashed into the sea!"