He was feared in executive suites and praised in business magazines. Then came the private plane accident. When he returned home, wrapped in bandages and confined to a wheelchair, the world believed him broken.
Officially, Ethan would never walk again.
Unofficially, it was all a test.
He lay motionless on a massive bed dressed in crisp white linen when Veronica Hale, the woman who had sworn eternal love, exploded in fury. Her face was contorted with rage as she yanked a five-carat diamond ring from her finger and hurled it at his chest.
“Get these brats out of my sight and take that damn wheelchair to hell!” she screamed. The ring bounced off the headboard. Ethan didn’t flinch. He stared at her, stunned by how quickly devotion had turned to hatred.
Just three days after his discharge, Veronica was already demanding control of his Swiss accounts and company shares. She paced the marble floor, heels striking like gunshots.
“Are you mute now? Or did the crash rot your brain too?” she sneered. “The great Ethan Caldwell, reduced to useless furniture. I’m not wasting my best years wiping your mouth. Sign the power of attorney. Now.”
The door opened quietly.