My Crippled Husband Is a Mafia Boss

"Mr. Graham, there's a problem!" On stage, the bride and groom were about to exchange rings when a man rushed forward, whispering urgently in Lucas's ear. Lucas's expression darkened, and he tossed the diamond ring back onto the tray with a sharp "clink." The sound was crisp, but it filled Anna with dread. And then it happened. "Anna, Evelyn had a miscarriage. I need to check on her. We'll resume the ceremony once I'm back," Lucas said hastily, turning to leave. Evelyn Grant. Always Evelyn. Anna instinctively grabbed his arm. "You can't leave!" If he walked out now, in front of all these people, where would that leave her? "We've hired the best medical team for her. She'll be fine," Anna pleaded, clutching his arm tighter. "It's our wedding day. Can't you at least finish the ceremony? It'll only take three minutes!" Desperate, she picked up the ring and tried to slip it onto his finger. Lucas hesitated, but his assistant, Daniel Hayes, handed him a phone. "Mr. Graham, Ms. Grant is threatening to jump off the roof." The screen showed Evelyn on a rooftop, screaming hysterically and warning others not to approach. Lucas shoved Anna aside. "A life is at stake! Stop being so selfish!" Evelyn was on the brink of death, and all Anna cared about was their wedding. The force of his push sent Anna sprawling to the ground. Her pristine wedding dress snagged and tore, exposing her smooth legs as she struggled to cover herself with the tattered fabric. But worse than her humiliation was Lucas's unwavering determination as he walked away. Earlier that day, Anna had received an anonymous text. Evelyn: He's mine. She was sure it was from Evelyn. Her nerves had been frayed throughout the ceremony, and just as she thought she'd secured her future, everything fell apart. Anna pressed her bleeding palms to the floor and scrambled to her feet, lifting her ruined dress to chase after him. In her haste, her high heel twisted painfully, and her knee collided with the marble floor, leaving a purple bruise. Despite the searing pain, Anna refused to give up. She shouted after him, her voice trembling with desperation. "Lucas, I'm your fiancée, your bride! Evelyn is married to Ryan! Even if he asked you to take care of her, can't it wait until after our ceremony?" Lucas stopped in his tracks and turned, his gaze filled with venom. "Anna, weddings can be rescheduled. Dead people can't come back. Don't think I don't see your ulterior motives. Evelyn and I are innocent!" Anna bit her lip, tears threatening to fall as she limped toward him. The pain made her dizzy, sweat dripping from her temples as she stood barefoot on the cold marble floor. "I've never doubted you," she said, her voice cracking. "But what if I told you she's faking it? Would you believe me?" Lucas's expression turned cold. "You're truly despicable." Anna's body trembled as she fought back sobs. "So she's more important than me, isn't she?" Their wedding was already a farce, and all she wanted was an answer. The guests whispered among themselves. "Did Lucas just postpone his wedding for another woman? What's the story here?" "Apparently, she's married to someone else." "Do you think the baby might be his?" Lucas sneered at the murmurs, his disgust evident. "Anna, I thought you were just cold-hearted, but you're cruel. You lack empathy and try to manipulate others. How do you expect Evelyn to live after this? Marrying you was my biggest mistake." Turning to the crowd, he announced, "The wedding is canceled!" Ignoring the chaos behind him, Lucas walked away without looking back. Stunned, Anna stood motionless, her mind buzzing. Her father, Richard Sullivan, stormed onto the stage and slapped her across the face. "Useless! Can't even control your man!" "Let's go," he barked at her brother, Ethan Sullivan, who sneered, "You've embarrassed the family enough." The sting on her cheek paled in comparison to the ache in her chest. Her once-beautiful hair now hung in disarray, and she stood amidst the ruins of her wedding like a discarded doll. The guests began to leave, their curiosity piqued by the scandal. "Did you hear? Anna's a love child, only recently accepted by the Sullivan family." "No wonder Lucas called it off. A love child doesn't deserve the Graham heir." Their cruel words filled Anna's ears. "It's not true!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You can insult me, but our love was real!" The room fell silent. Then, from the adjacent hall, voices carried over. "It's been half an hour. Where's the bride?" "Probably ran away." The gossip reignited, only to quiet again as Anna stood tall, picking up her shoes and walking barefoot, her bloodied knee staining her torn dress. She entered the neighboring banquet hall, the crowd parting as she made her way to the man at the end of the room. He sat in a wheelchair, his presence commanding, his sharp gaze fixed on her. Summoning her courage, Anna gripped her gown tightly and declared, "Let's get married."