Part 3My Fiancé Broke My Legs to Delay Our Wedding

Julian flinched at the sound of my voice, instinctively pushing Brittany away.

He quickly straightened his collar, his eyes wide with panic as he visibly tried to rein in his raw desire. He walked toward me, putting on a worried expression.

"Scarlett, you're finally awake."

He hugged me tightly, speaking in the same loving tone he used to.

"You scared me half to death, you know? I was still at the proposal ceremony when I heard about your accident. I went crazy, rushing to the hospital, tripping and stumbling several times. Brittany just came over to help me check my scratches."

Brittany also stepped forward, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Yes, Mr. Julian almost lost his own life when he heard what happened to you. Ms. Scarlett, us singles are so envious of you!"

I watched as they exchanged secret glances, their faces betraying no guilt as they spun their web of lies. I had no intention of calling them out.

Instead, I suggested that I wanted to recover at home, unable to stand the smell of hospital disinfectant.

Julian agreed, taking me back to our shared apartment.

Since I couldn't walk, Julian carried me the entire way.

"Scarlett, don't be sad. I'll hire the best doctors to heal your legs."

"Even if they can't be healed, I'll be your legs from now on. Wherever you want to go, I'll carry you. We'll never be apart, always together."

He finished speaking and kissed my cheek. If I hadn't overheard the cruel truth with my own ears, I would have been foolishly happy and content right now.

Looking at the man I had loved for so many years, I swallowed all the bitterness.

Outside the door, Brittany's expression turned grim as she listened to Julian's heartfelt words.

I lay down in bed, feigning exhaustion and a desire to rest, precisely because I didn't want to drink the overdose of sleeping pills and harm my body.

But Brittany still brought in the milk, handing it to Julian.

"Scarlett, drink some milk before you sleep."

I looked with despair at the milk in his hand. Was he so eager to play his games with Brittany, so indifferent to my fate?

You already had my legs injured; why can't you leave my body alone?

"Jules, I don't want to drink it. Can I not?"

Julian hesitated, clearly conflicted.

Brittany, however, grew impatient. She smiled and said, "You two chat! It's getting late, I need to head back!"

She deliberately emphasized "head back," a clear warning to Julian not to waste time.

Julian got the message and no longer hesitated. He brought the milk to my lips, coaxing me like a child.

"Come on, be a good girl."

"You sleep so poorly; only with milk can you get a good night's rest."

I gave a cold laugh, closed my eyes, drank the milk, and pulled the covers over myself.

Julian let out a sigh of relief, smiling as he kissed my forehead.

"Sleep tight, goodnight!"

Then he left with Brittany, closing the door behind them.

Once they were gone, I sat up, grabbed my crutches, and limped to the bathroom, where I spat out the milk.

Clutching my crutches, I painfully made my way upstairs.

As I reached the door of our shared bedroom, I heard Julian's sensual moans from within.