The Letter That Destroyed Him
Back in the wedding hall, the event coordinator approached slowly, holding an envelope with trembling hands. “Mr. Sterling…” she whispered.
Alexander knew immediately what it was. He opened the envelope.
I can’t do this. I don’t want to spend my life pushing a wheelchair. I’m sorry.
No signature. No goodbye. The words seared through him.
The room fell silent. Guests began to leave, uncomfortable, unsure what to do. His mother, Celina, attempted to approach, but Alexander raised his hand, signaling her to stop. Within minutes, the hall emptied. Only Alexander remained.
A wealthy man. A broken man. A groom without a bride.
He let the letter fall to the floor. “I’m just a paralyzed millionaire,” he muttered. “Nothing more.”
