Jilted Bride: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

Chapter 4

Word Count: 545 | Released on: 21/08/2026

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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?"”