I Crashed My Paralyzed Fiancé's Gala to Reveal His Father's Darkest Secret

A Father's Darkest Secret

The tension in the ballroom was thick enough to cut with a knife. Harold’s face had gone pale, his composure cracking for a fraction of a second before he masked it with a sneer.

"She’s delusional,"

Harold announced to the whispering crowd.

"Guards, remove this crazy woman immediately!"

Two burly security guards rushed forward, grabbing Lily by her arms. But she didn't stop fighting. She kicked and pulled, keeping her eyes locked on Leo, who was staring at his own hands, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.

"Leo, listen to me!"

Lily screamed as she was dragged backward.

"The night of your accident, you didn't just fall! You found out he was embezzling from the family trust. You confronted him on the balcony, and you stood on your own two feet! He pushed you, Leo!"

The crowd murmured in shock. Harold roared,

"Get her out of here! Now!"

"And the medicine!"

Lily yelled, her voice echoing off the high-vaulted ceiling.

"The daily injections he gives you for your 'spinal therapy'—it’s not medicine, Leo! It's a localized paralytic toxin! He's been keeping you in that chair so you'd never remember, and so he could run the company in your name!"

Leo’s head began to throb. Flashbacks hit him like a physical blow. He remembered the cold night air on the balcony. He remembered standing up, feeling strong. He remembered his father’s angry face, a violent push, and then... darkness. And then, waking up to his father holding a syringe, telling him Lily had abandoned him.

"Stop,"

Leo whispered. Nobody heard him.

The guards were nearly at the exit with Lily. Harold turned back to his son, trying to project a calm, paternal concern.

"Don't listen to her, son. She's unstable. Let's get you your evening injection."

He reached into his tuxedo pocket and pulled out a small, silver case containing a blue vial.