#Levy’s Pov
I sat in the living room, my fists clenched on my lap, while Carlos paced back and forth in front of me. His eyes burned with anger, his lips curling into a snarl like a wild beast ready to pounce.
"You’re absolutely shameless, Levy!" he finally snapped. "Why did you have to hurt Renata’s feelings? Can’t you control yourself?"
I remained silent, letting his words slam into my chest like a sledgehammer.
"Renata has done so much for you. Without her, you would have never even experienced what it’s like to be a mother! Do you even realize who stayed by your side when you were paralyzed and pathetic?!"
A bitter laugh almost slipped from my lips. So, that’s what he thought? That without Renata, I was nothing?
Carlos took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. "I want you to change your attitude. From now on, you need to treat Renata better. If she ever struggles with a patient, you have to help her."
He crouched down in front of me, staring deep into my eyes as if he were imparting some great wisdom. "There’s no better friend for you in this world than Renata."
Five years. And only now did I realize—I was nothing more than a stepping stone to them. Just a tool, a pawn to be used and discarded.
Carlos stood, straightening his suit. His expression softened, but I knew it was just a mask. "I won’t see you again until our wedding day. I’m busy preparing everything. Please, don’t cause trouble or draw attention to yourself. I want you to take care of yourself."
Without waiting for my response, he turned and left.
---
A few hours after Carlos left, someone knocked on my door. A man in a sharp suit handed me an envelope.
"This is Paul’s adoption cancellation letter, Miss Levy. As of today, you have no rights or responsibilities over him."
My blood ran cold.
With trembling hands, I opened another envelope he had given me. Inside was a bank statement—an account I had entrusted to Carlos, the inheritance from my parents meant to secure our future.
The numbers printed on the paper shattered any lingering doubts I had. A massive amount had been withdrawn without my consent. The recipient account showed transactions for a car, a house, and luxury goods.
Under Renata’s name.
I slammed the paper onto the table. My heart dropped, my hands shaking violently.
Carlos and Renata… They had stolen everything from me.
I immediately called the bank. My voice trembled as I ordered them to freeze the account and transfer all remaining funds into my new one.
I wouldn’t let them take anything more from me.
Then, I retrieved a flash drive from my desk drawer, my eyes locked onto it with determination. This was my insurance.
I plugged it into my laptop, ensuring that all the evidence was intact. Every conversation, every transaction—it was all here.
This wasn’t over.
---
The night before the wedding, I called Carlos.
His voice was relaxed, even slightly bored. "Levy, I’m busy. Let’s just meet at the altar tomorrow."
I paused for a moment before speaking softly, "I have a gift for you tomorrow."
Carlos was silent for a second, then chuckled. "Really? Wow, I can’t wait. Thanks, sweetheart."
I smiled faintly. "Hmm... Alright, I’m hanging up. Goodbye."
No response. But the call was still connected.
Then, faintly, I heard Renata’s voice.
"What does she want now? Ugh, that pathetic woman! I’m so tired of pretending, Carlos!"
My heart stopped.
"Patience. Just a little longer. We’ve come this far—don’t ruin it by being impatient."
"I’ve been patient enough, Carlos. Or… could it be that you actually love Levy?"
Carlos let out a small laugh. "Don’t be ridiculous, Renata. How could I ever love a cripple like her?"
A sledgehammer to my chest.
"I want proof."
"Hmm... I know what you want. I’ve already taken care of it."
There was the sound of papers rustling.
"You… You transferred half of your assets to me and the other half to Paul?! Carlos, you’re amazing! I love you!"
The sound of a heated kiss echoed through the phone.
I went numb.
"And what about you?" Renata asked.
"I still have Levy’s fortune. Once she dies, everything she owns will be mine."
"And what’s yours… is mine," Renata added, laughing victoriously.
Then, the sound of something falling echoed. Ragged breaths. Whispers. Whimpers. They were utterly disgusting.
I pressed a hand over my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to spill out. My chest tightened, my whole body trembling. Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable.
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That morning, I sat in my wheelchair, dressed in a pure white gown. My face was pale, but my eyes were full of determination. In my hands, I clutched a bouquet of white tulips.
An assistant approached. "Are you sure, Miss?"
I nodded slowly. "Absolutely."
They wheeled me out of the room and into the car that had been prepared.
As the car moved, my mind drifted to the past. Carlos’s smile, Renata’s laughter, Paul’s embrace… They had all felt like a beautiful dream—one that had turned into a nightmare.
My phone rang.
"Where are you?" Carlos’s voice came through.
"On my way," I replied flatly.
"Alright, be careful, sweetheart. I’m waiting for you at the altar."
"Okay…"
Suddenly, a loud impact.
Glass shattered. The deafening crash of metal colliding filled my ears.
The world spun. Screams. Screeching brakes. And then—horrifying silence.
From the still-connected phone, Carlos’s voice turned frantic.
"Levy! What’s happening?! Levy!!! Answer me! What’s going on over there?! LEVY!!!"
Only the wailing sirens of an ambulance echoed in the distance.
