Right after the wedding, guests heard wild scre.ams coming from the newlyweds’ bedroom… No one could have imagined THIS! The bride’s eyes widened as she sobbed…
Our son is getting married soon. We’re thrilled that his fiancée is Anna, a wonderful girl from a wealthy family, and not that Emily, a plain country girl. Margaret Peterson, the renowned owner of a chain of beauty salons and spa complexes, was bragging to her friend about her future daughter-in-law. James overheard these words, having just returned from work. He was the chief financial officer in his mother’s business.
Margaret proudly introduced her grown son to her longtime friend Susan, who had flown in from abroad for her godson’s wedding. Susan was amazed to see how James had matured into a real man. He was young, tall, and athletic.
His education abroad had paid off, and the business was thriving. Recently, he and his mother had moved into a new home in an upscale neighborhood, nicknamed “Millionaires’ Row” behind their backs—a gated community built exclusively for businessmen and politicians.
Much of Margaret’s business success was thanks to Robert Johnson, a major investor who poured significant funds into the project. Though cosmetics wasn’t his main focus, he did it for his daughter, Anna. She was a smart, polished young woman who turned heads and captured hearts wherever she went.
Anna met James at a mutual friend’s milestone birthday party and quickly caught his attention. James was so enchanted by her that he completely forgot about his brief fling with Emily, whom he’d met a couple of months earlier in a rural town. That day, his friend Michael, the group’s resident troublemaker, was celebrating his college graduation at an expensive vacation home.
After plenty of alcohol, the friends decided to crash a local country dance. Michael teased James about his new acquaintance, Emily. They thought a small-town girl didn’t fit their high-class circle and was better suited for cleaning houses. Frowning, Michael proposed a plan.
“Let’s mess with this girl, make her realize where she belongs and stop poking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Jimmy, ask her to dance. Make her feel like a princess, show her some attention, then just walk away.”
“We’ll prank this naive little country fool.” James agreed. Why not? It could be fun for a laugh.
When a slow song started, James approached the girl and asked, “May I have this dance?” She, catching her breath, said yes. Her wide eyes gazed at him, her face nearly bare of makeup, her soft lips almost begging for a kiss. “What’s your name?” James asked…
“My name’s Emily,” the girl replied. “I’m James. Would you like to see me again?” he offered.
“Yes, of course,” Emily answered without hesitation. They talked and danced all evening, looking to others like the closest of couples, falling in love at first sight. By the end of the passionate night, James suggested they start dating.
Emily was over the moon and eagerly agreed to meet him again the next day. The weekend flew by, and then James returned to the city. On his way home, he thought about the new feelings he’d experienced.
Considering he might spend the next weekend with Emily again, he realized it probably wouldn’t happen. His mother had just opened a new salon, and work was piling up. But soon after, he had a fateful encounter with Anna, who became his fiancée.
James was already thinking about his wedding and picking out a suit at an upscale boutique. He struggled to decide, but the saleswoman insisted any suit would look perfect on his frame. Meanwhile, at a bridal salon, Anna was closely inspecting wedding gowns.
“This one’s too extravagant, and that one’s too plain—it doesn’t match my status,” she remarked. “But this dress is perfect—stunning, elegant, yet romantic.” In two days, James and Anna would have their big day, becoming husband and wife.
The marriage registration would take place at the city hall, with the celebration held at a prestigious estate outside the city. The last days of summer passed quickly, filled with wedding preparations. Now, the newlyweds, nervous as schoolkids before a test, stood before the officiant who would soon formalize their marriage.
Amid the joyful cheers of guests, the young couple descended to a luxurious limousine. James was focused on his current responsibilities and plans, not thinking about his past romance with Emily. But Emily never forgot him.
Learning about his wedding by chance, she was heartbroken but found the strength to go to the city hall. Seeing him with his new wife, she felt overwhelming pain and ran off, ignoring everyone around her. The wedding celebration itself was magnificent.
Congratulations, music, jokes, and laughter continued late into the evening. The most significant gift was the keys to a new apartment, presented to the couple by Anna’s father, Robert Johnson. Anna and James were already dreaming of being alone.
“Let’s escape from everyone,” James suggested with a smile. “Let’s do it,” Anna replied decisively. Crossing the threshold of the room prepared for their wedding night, they were stunned.
The room was beautifully decorated at James’s request, exceeding all expectations. “I have one more surprise for you,” James said with a grin, pulling an envelope from his jacket pocket containing tickets and a honeymoon package for two. It was the wedding trip he’d planned as a gift for his beloved Anna…
“You’re my magician,” she said, delighted, accepting the gift. “Not quite yet, but I’ll be a real magician for you soon,” James replied mysteriously. He was planning to create a true fairy tale for her.
He wasn’t sure what inspired this surprise, but he knew it would make Anna happy. The bedroom balcony was adorned with bright lanterns and candles. When James stepped out to adjust them, he noticed the garlands were slightly crooked.
He decided to fix them but suddenly lost his balance and fell from the third floor. A loud thud echoed through the courtyard, making Anna shudder in horror. She rushed to the balcony and saw James lying motionless on the pavement, surrounded by pools of blood.
The next few minutes were filled with panic and fear. She screamed. Her cry drew doctors, paramedics, and lingering guests.
Chaos, shocked faces, stretchers, and surgery—it all felt like a blur to Anna. Finally, after a two-hour operation, she asked the doctor about James’s condition. “Will he make it?” she asked anxiously.
“He’s young and strong; he’ll survive,” the doctor said, pausing for a moment. Anna sensed something was wrong and screamed.
“What’s happened?” The doctor’s response was devastating: “James will never walk again. His spine is broken.” She realized in terror that this was no nightmare—it was reality.
“Is there any chance of recovery?” she asked, her voice trembling. The doctor replied that there was always a chance, but in this case, it was minimal. “I’ll do everything I can, but I can’t promise a miracle,” he added.
Leaving the hospital, Anna felt her world collapsing. She called her father, Robert, and burst into tears. “Daddy, what do I do? I can’t handle this.”
“I’m used to a strong man by my side, and now this tragedy.” Despair overwhelmed her. “Dad, listen, my youth and beauty will go to waste.”
“I can’t bear this.” She didn’t let her father get a word in, sobbing into the phone. “Calm down, sweetheart. I know it’s hard, but you chose him,” he said.
“We’ll find the best doctors; everything will be fine.” A month later, James was discharged, but his depression lingered. He resisted using a wheelchair but knew he’d have to accept it eventually.
Anna avoided her husband; his presence reminded her of the life she’d lost. One day, her friend Rachel called and suggested unwinding at a corporate party. “Anna, you coming?” Rachel asked.
“You know my situation,” Anna replied. “I get it, but we need a break from problems. Come on, join us,” Rachel insisted…
Anna gave in, grabbing her things and trying to slip past James unnoticed. But his gaze caught her. “Where are you off to?” his voice rang out.
“Just to a friend’s for a bit, I’ll be back soon,” she tossed back, sensing his fists clench in pain as a single tear rolled down his cheek. She spent less and less time at home, returning later each time.
Rumors spread that she had a new man. Then came the day she decided to have a serious talk with James. “I’m so sorry it turned out this way,” she began.
“But let’s be honest—you’re disabled, and I want to live a full life. That won’t happen with you. I’m filing for divorce. And I’m keeping the apartment; my father bought it.”
“You and your mother have your own nice place.” James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He turned away from Anna and hissed through gritted teeth, “Get out.”
Within days, his former fiancée had him moved out of the apartment. “Everything will be okay, don’t worry,” his mother reassured him. But to James, her words felt empty and mocking.
“Mom, listen, what can be okay? I’m disabled and useless to everyone. I don’t want to live anymore,” he said, struggling to hold back tears.
His mother grabbed his hand and broke down crying. James’s friends became mere background figures. They visited once, then disappeared.
But their parties went on nonstop, with Anna and her new boyfriend now the talk of every event, shining like showbiz stars. One day, James’s friends ended up in the same rural town where they’d once partied at a country dance.
“Man, this place is a riot. These small-town folks are like something out of a comedy movie,” Anna giggled to her new beau. She didn’t notice Emily, the girl James had once met, watching her from afar.
Emily couldn’t contain her emotions and approached the group of revelers. “Where’s James?” she asked, alarmed. The guys exchanged uneasy glances, unsure what to say.
But Anna, with unshakable confidence, blurted out, “James isn’t here anymore. Now we’ve got one pathetic cripple.”
Emily glared at Anna with hatred, her anger boiling like a volcano ready to erupt. “Then why are you here?” she shouted…
“You should be with your husband, not dancing at some club. You’re nothing.” Breaking into tears, Emily fled the club and headed to the city the next day.
She wasn’t sure what she was looking for but found Margaret’s address. Finally, the homeowner answered her persistent knocking. “What do you want here?” Margaret snapped.
“Can I see James?” Emily asked, undeterred by Margaret’s harsh tone. “Who’s this?” Margaret asked, stepping out. “It’s Emily, from that backwater town,” the girl replied with a smile.
“Did you come all this way just to mock my son? I won’t allow it. I love him; his pain is my pain,” Margaret said firmly. Emily responded sincerely.
“I’m here to help.” But then James’s desperate shout rang out. Margaret waved her hand, refusing to intervene.
James, horrified, thought, Why did you let her in? She’s just here to gloat after I dumped her. “Why are you here?” he asked Emily. “To get revenge,” she replied.
“You dumped me, so you deserve this treatment,” she said, standing her ground. But in response, James, in a fit of anger, tried to provoke her, itching for a fight. Emily remained calm and resolute, ready to help despite the obstacles.
Emily was steady as a rock when James tried to rattle her. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” she said without a tremor in her voice. James was stunned.
“Where do you get this pride? I ditched you and married someone else.” But Emily only said, “I can’t stay indifferent when you’re suffering.” That night, in the cramped room, Emily couldn’t sleep.
A sound like rustling sand woke her from a restless doze. Listening closely, she realized it was coming from James’s room. Throwing off her blanket, she bolted to him like she’d been shocked…
There, she found him stirring a murky liquid beside some papers on the floor. Emily instantly understood what was happening. James was on the brink of despair, but at the last moment, she stopped him from taking his life.
Her words pierced his heart, reigniting hope for the future. She convinced him there were ways to fight his condition, including physical therapy and specialized equipment. James promised to try and tackled his recovery with renewed determination.
Margaret spared no expense to provide her son with the best equipment and an experienced trainer. But when James felt pain after his first exercises, he quit and fired the trainer. Emily didn’t know where she found the strength to persuade James to resume training.
Despite countless setbacks, she never gave up, fighting for him again and again. “Poor thing, how much she has to endure,” Margaret often exclaimed. But Emily pressed on, willing to do anything for the man she loved.
Emily was James’s true guardian angel. Her love and devotion were boundless, and every day she proved her commitment to fighting for him. Thanks to her efforts and support, James began to believe in himself again.
Doctors were astonished by the positive changes in his health and mood. But when Emily had to leave for a few days, James felt fear and anxiety. His heart ached for her presence, and every day without her felt like an eternity.
When Emily finally returned, they were enveloped once more in warmth and care. James’s gaze held not just gratitude but deep love for this strong, determined woman. Emily and James were bound not only by mutual care but by an incredible force of love that helped them overcome every challenge.
Though the road to recovery was long and tough, they were ready to walk it hand in hand. On a warm, sunny Saturday, James and Emily decided to enjoy a stroll through the park. Playfully tossing yellow and red autumn leaves into the air, they felt like kids immersed in a joyful game.
But suddenly, Emily felt ill, her smile fading to a pale expression. James panicked. “Emily, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” But Emily reassured him, saying everything would be fine.
Her words about the baby she was expecting from him sent James from joy to sheer panic. Without thinking, he stood from his wheelchair, gripping its arms. Emily hugged him tightly, assuring him everything would be okay.
James’s face reflected a mix of emotions—joy, fear, but also confidence that together with Emily, they could face any challenge that lay ahead.