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When I was been told that my boyfriend, Lincoln Winston, who had been paralyzed, had regained the ability to walk, I left work early to pick him up.
But at the hospital stairwell, I saw Lincoln pinning his secretary against his chest, passionately kissing her.
Behind the door, the girl's intermittent pleas filtered through.
"Mr. Winston, now that your legs are better, you're even more intense than before. Please, be gentle."
A chill spread through my entire body, freezing me to the core. I couldn't believe it.
The man who had always cherished me so deeply had, all along, harbored an insatiable desire for another woman.
I turned around and called my mother.
"Mom, let's switch the arranged marriage partner from Lincoln Winston to his uncle, Jasper Winston."
"That works. Your dad and I have always hoped you'd marry someone normal," my mom said.
I lowered my head and murmured softly, "Lincoln has recovered. He can walk now."
"Then why—?" My mom's confused voice came through the phone.
After all, I had stayed by Lincoln's side without complaint during the two years he was paralyzed. There was no reason for me to leave him now that he was healed and even agree to marry someone else.
But as the memory of what I had just witnessed flashed through my mind, I replied calmly,
"His body might be fine now, but his heart is completely rotten. I don't want him anymore."
Hanging up the phone, I didn't linger to watch the two entangled bodies lose themselves further.
I turned and walked away, leaving the tangled gasps behind me.
The congratulatory gift I had bought for Lincoln was discarded into a trash can as I silently made my way home.
The moment I stepped into my house, I was suddenly scooped up in a bridal carry and spun around several times.
"Laura, I can finally stand again! Please, marry me!"
After two years, Lincoln had finally broken free from his wheelchair. Now, he knelt on one knee to propose to me.
But I couldn't bring myself to feel happy.
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