I Thought I Was Helping Him, But He Dropped to One Knee

To save my company from bankruptcy, I married the Fu family's heir, a man rumored to be disabled and gloomy.

On our wedding night, he coldly tossed me a contract. “Don't dream of winning my love. You're just a prop for the Fu family.” I hid my pregnancy test and nodded obediently, putting on a show of marital bliss in front of the servants every day.

That is, until the flower crown he'd made for me with his own hands was thrown into the trash in front of everyone.

“She’s just a stand-in. She has no right to carry the Fu family’s child!”

That night, I vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce agreement.

Three years later, my designs dazzled everyone at an international jewelry exhibition.

When asked about the inspiration for my butterfly brooch, I smiled. “It commemorates a love that never changed, even in death.” The flashing lights abruptly went dark, and Mr. Fu barreled into the exhibition hall in his out-of-control wheelchair.

He held the withered flower crown from years ago in his hands, his voice hoarse.

“Mrs. Fu, you lied to me...”

“That night, our wedding rings were clearly lying at the bottom of the wishing well.”