—Hey, Corsetti… Victoria’s here with me. She says she rides better than your wheelchair ever could. Happy wedding, cripple.
There was laughter. From rivals. From opportunists. From people who just minutes before had been feigning respect.
Phones were raised, hundreds of them, recording as if Sebastian were a wounded animal in a zoo.
He froze. He survived the bullet. He rebuilt his life from his wheelchair. But that… that was destroying him from the inside.
A tear, the first in twenty years, rolled down her cheek.
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