Dumping the Ingrate for the Wheelchair Billionaire

Synopsis

Ethan Shaw and I grew up under the same roof, but we'd always loathed each other. He'd leave offerings at Claire's grave, and I'd trample the lilies and knock over the memorial candles. He called me vicious to the core, saying I couldn't even let a dead girl rest in peace. I called him an ungrateful, heartless bastard who deserved to be trapped forever with someone he never loved. Then come the day I was dying of kidney failure. He crashed his car and donated his only compatible kidney to me. As he lay dying, he gripped my wrist and spat out a curse: "Vivian Grant, a plague like you deserves a long, long life; so you can taste every ounce of pain you've earned." "Now I can finally go to Claire." His kidney kept me alive for eight more years. Through every one of those years, frail and sickly as I was, I lit prayer candles for him, hoping only that in his next life, he'd never be tethered to me again. When I opened my eyes this time, I looked at my father and said: "I'm not marrying Ethan Shaw. Let him go."