11/01/2025
A millionaire fakes paralysis to test his girlfriend, but finds true love where he least expects it… “If you took away your cars, mansions, and fame, would anyone still love you?”
That question haunted Adrien Veyron, one of London’s youngest self-made millionaires. At just thirty-two, he had everything others could dream of: a global tech company, a villa overlooking the Thames, and a girlfriend adored by high society: Cassandra Leigh, a model with a perfect smile and undeniable charm.
But after every romantic photo and every red carpet appearance, Adrien’s heart was restless. Cassandra said she loved him, but he could never shake the feeling that she loved his money more than his soul. Once, when he fell ill and couldn’t attend a gala, she went without him, smiling for the cameras, pretending not to notice the emptiness beside him.
So one morning, Adrien made a rash decision—one that would reveal the truth. He told Cassandra that his car had skidded on the wet pavement and that he might never walk again. His doctor wasn't sure about his recovery and said he would need months in a wheelchair.
At first, she was perfect. She wept uncontrollably by his side, calling him "my brave one." But within a week, Adrien began to notice the cracks. She sighed impatiently when he dropped his phone. She asked the maids to feed him because she "couldn't bear to see him." And one night, he overheard her on the phone, laughing with a friend.
"Honestly, it's pathetic. A man like him, confined to a chair. I can't live like this forever."
Those words seared themselves into his memory. Yet, quietly, someone else noticed his pain: Marbel, a new maid at the estate. Her voice was soft and serene, never intrusive, but always there when he needed her. When Cassandra forgot to bring his medication, Marbel did. When Adrien's blanket slipped, she gently readjusted it.
The days turned into weeks. Cassandra's visits became shorter, her excuses longer. Adrien watched the woman he thought he loved drift away, his compassion replaced by annoyance.
The night of his friend's birthday party arrived. Cassandra begged him to attend, saying it would be "good for his image." But once there, surrounded by dazzling guests, she left him alone at a secluded table: a man in a wheelchair, forgotten by the woman who claimed to love him.
When she finally returned, her voice echoed on the terrace, light and cruel.
"Look at him now," she teased, and her laughter echoed through the night. "A shadow of the man he used to be"....Full story in the first comment 👇👇👇
