The Scar He Left: Finding True Love

For three years, I was Colton’s hands and feet. I wiped the sweat from his brow and taught him to walk again after the accident that nearly killed him.

He promised me a future.

But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Charlie, returned from Paris, I became nothing.

"She was just the crutch I needed to walk to you," I heard him tell her.

At his recovery party, Charlie shattered his late father’s cherished wooden puzzle box and blamed me. She shrieked that I had poisoned her soup out of jealousy.

Colton didn't hesitate. He didn't check the security footage. He didn't ask for the truth.