Jilted Bride: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 601 | Released on: 21/08/2026

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ase anyone, but toward a new, insane possibility. I moved t

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rker backed out at the last minute?" a wom

adden... he's finished. After that collision on the

blow. Of course I knew that name. He was a legend

n-ice collision that had ended his career. They

istening, my heart starting to pou

first woman said, her voice dripping with casual cruelty.

ull of the world's casual disdai

tes ago, I was also the one being discuss

finding the man in the wheelchair again. He s

g or raging. He

he same day, in the same place. Thrown away by

t stand here and drown in the w

he odds of it workin

humiliated and disow

ir, took a deep, steadying br

nst the stone path as I walked, a fu

s baffled, as they watched one bride in a white

em. My focus

ace, my heels making a sharp, det

chair heard me. He t

eyes

color of a freshly cleaned r

arched slightly. There was no surprise

skirt of my dress pooled aroun

expensive cologne, mixed with s

against my ribs, threateni

y voice steadier than I felt. "My

the words hang in

has done the same. We've both

ng out the words that sounde

proposal. Will

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Jilted Bride: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

Estelle Cramail Romance

“I was standing at the altar in the grand ballroom of The Plaza Hotel, about to marry my fiancé of three years. But right before saying his vows, he looked at a text, turned pale, and bolted. "Kaelyn is going to kill herself. I can't let her die," he rushed out, abandoning me. I was left alone under the blinding flashes of reporter cameras, the punchline to a cruel public joke. Instead of comforting me, my adoptive parents blamed me for ruining their wealthy business alliance. "Haven't you embarrassed us enough? You're useless," my adoptive father hissed. He shoved a severance check into my hand and abandoned me at the hotel entrance, while my sister mouthed the word "loser". I stood shivering in my heavy wedding dress, an orphan to the entire world once again. I didn't understand why Devon would grind my dignity into the carpet for another woman, and I understood even less how my family could throw me away like trash. I refused to let them see me crumble, and I definitely didn't need their blood money. Looking across the hotel terrace, I saw another abandoned groom sitting alone in a wheelchair. It was Hartwell Madden, the billionaire hockey legend whose fiancée had just dumped him for being crippled. I walked right up to him in my ruined dress, looked into his ice-blue eyes, and made an insane proposition. "My fiancé just left me, and your fiancée did the same. Will you marry me?"”