The Broken Swan's Redemption

When I was eighteen, I pushed Ethan out of the way of a speeding car. The price? My legs were crushed under the tires, and I ended up as a double amputee.

With bloodshot eyes, Ethan held my hands and swore to God that he would be my legs for the rest of his life.

Back then, when I was screaming and losing my mind, unable to accept that I would never dance again, he just stood there. He let me bite him, scratch him, and take all my agony out on his body.

On my twentieth birthday, he got down on one knee and proposed, begging for the chance to take care of me forever.