Chapter 1

It was midnight. I sat in the recovery room.

There wasn't a single word of concern from my boyfriend, much less a "Happy Birthday."

Instead, the forums exploded with news:

**[Campus Heartthrob Liam Speeding on Winding Roads Just to Win a Medal for His First Love, Victoria!]**

My chest felt like it was being ripped open.

Days of pent-up grievances made me cry for a full two hours.

Finally, dragging my post-abortion body, I made my way home.

Pushing open the door, Liam was sitting in his wheelchair.

"Where have you been so late? Get me a glass of water."

I ignored him, my gaze fixed on his legs.

He had been in that wheelchair for three whole years.

Yet today, just to please his idealized first love, his years of "disability" had miraculously vanished.

All these years, I had worked myself to the bone, saving up for his medical treatment, juggling two jobs day in and day out just to get by.

Last week, I found out I was pregnant. Fearing it would affect his treatment, I quietly bought medication and aborted the child alone.

But his disability was all an act.

"Didn't you hear me?" he prompted again.

Amidst the numbness, I softly uttered three words: "Let's break up."

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