Reunited with My Fiancé - He's at the Top, While I'm Dragging a Prosthetic Leg

Synopsis

When my fiancé was about to deploy to an overseas combat zone, I broke off our engagement, telling him I couldn't handle the hardship. Five years later, we reunited at a high-society wedding in D.C. Now, he was the most sought-after man in the room—handsome, untouchable, and surrounded by the daughters of D.C.'s political elite. I, on the other hand, was destitute. Heavy, wide-leg trousers hid my ill-fitting prosthetic leg. Every step was a grinding struggle. The gentlemen in the room steered clear of me. Someone spotted me and sneered. "Look, Callum! Is this the woman you risked your life for? Look how pathetic she is now. Aren't you glad she dumped you?" Callum gave me a fleeting, indifferent glance. His voice was bone-chilling. "I didn't expect her to end up like this, either." "To think I almost blew up my life for her. What a waste." Laughter erupted around us. "Hear that, Evelyn? You didn't actually think you could crawl back to him, did you?" I ignored them.