So before I took my parents to a warm coastal city for our Spring Festival vacation, I spent a small fortune finding him a very special caregiver.
I guaranteed she would take excellent care of him. Thorough and attentive.
Last time around, my family was destroyed during the New Year.
This time, I would never let that tragedy repeat itself.
On New Year's Eve, my parents and I sat in a seaside restaurant, sharing a steaming hot local feast.
I was overwhelmed with gratitude—grateful that they trusted me unconditionally, that they'd gone along with my plan to punish this scumbag.
The new year passed in the blink of an eye, and as promised, I returned to complete the wedding with Brent.
On the day of the ceremony, my parents had booked the most luxurious hotel in the city. Red lanterns and silk banners hung everywhere, the atmosphere festive and grand.
Brent sat in his wheelchair, dressed in a sharp suit, beaming with satisfaction.
Behind him, a million dollars in cash was stacked into a small mountain. The 520 grams of gold had been artfully arranged into a heart shape, impossible to miss.