After the accident, doctors told him he would never walk again. The crash shattered his spine, but what followed shattered something deeper. His life changed overnight. No more early-morning runs. No impulsive travel. No standing at the windows of his high-rise apartment feeling like the world was still within reach.
Now, it felt distant. The wheelchair wasn’t just a necessity—it became part of his identity. Every lingering stare, every uncomfortable pause, every forced smile from strangers reminded him of the man he used to be. Evan was still rich. Still influential. Still the CEO of one of the city’s most powerful real estate firms. But none of that mattered after dark.
Luxury didn’t ease the cold.
Money didn’t quiet the silence.
His apartment echoed with loneliness. He tried dating again after the accident. Or at least, he tried to try. The pattern never changed.