The Billionaire Groom Replaced Me With His Tomboy After I Was Paralyzed Chapter 07
By that afternoon, the video from the venue had completely hijacked the local charts, trending at the very top spot.
The user-generated headline read: Bride Scores Instant KO Against Bridesmaid, Launches
High-Def Expose of Groom’s Infidelity, Furious Wedding Guests Demand Cash Registry Refunds.
Within two hours, the counter smashed past five million views. The comment section was a
unanimous, scorched-earth execution of Garrett and Roxy.
The top-voted comment read: “Did this bride spend her past life as a pro heavyweight? She didn’
come to get married, she came to collect a debt.”
I was sitting on Maddie’s couch, crushing a box of Buffalo Wild Wings, when I scrolled past that
specific line. I nearly choked on my diet soda.
No, I wasn’t an MMA champ in my past life.
I was just a naive fool who got kicked into paralysis and rolled off a roof.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated violently. Garrett’s caller ID.
I pressed accept. His voice tore through the speaker, ragged, breathless, and completely unhinged.
“Sienna, you went too far! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! My dad was rushed to the ER with a severe panic attack! My mom’s blood pressure skyrocketed-she’s hooked up to an IV in the emergency ward right now!”
I chewed calmly on a chicken wing, my reply muffled and entirely indifferent.
“Which wing of the hospital did they admit her to? Cardiology or neurology? Let me know if you
need me to recommend a specialist.”
“You-!!”
“Oh, and by the way,” I added casually, “that eighty-three thousand dollar payday loan you pulled? The first installment is due today. Don’t miss the window.”
The line went dead silent for five agonizing seconds. When he spoke again, his tone shifted entirely, dropping into that low, practiced, agonizingly sweet register I knew all too well.
“Sienna… look, I know I messed up big time. But think about it-we’ve been together for three whole years. You’re really going to throw three years of history out the window just like that?”
“Take the video down, and let’s sit down and talk like adults. I’ll cut Roxy out of my life completely, I swear. Just give me a chance, okay?”
i stopped chewing.
Three years.
He had the nerve to invoke three years of history.
In my past life, I had trusted that history for three long years. Trusted it all the way to a hospital bed, all the way to a rooftop, all the way until I heard Roxy laughing downstairs, telling him,
“Finally, that crazy vegetable is out of our hair.”
“Garrett.”
“Yeah? Sienna, are you listening?”
“I can’t take the video down. Mainly because I didn’t upload it-your three hundred high-society
guests did.”
“Every single person in that ballroom has a clean copy cached on their phone. If you want it wiped, I suggest you track them down one by one and smash their devices.”
Garrett’s breathing grew dangerously heavy, followed by the sharp, shattering crash of glass breaking on his end of the line.
“Sienna, you listen to me carefully! Roxy’s jaw is completely fractured! They had to screw a metal
plate into her bone! She’s filing felony aggravated assault charges against you!”
I wiped my fingers with a paper napkin.
“Tell her to file it.”
“The liability waiver was signed by both of you, in clear black and white. The terms are absolute. It
explicitly states that any physical trauma incurred inside that cage is the sole responsibility of the
injured party.”
“Your hand was shaking with excitement when you signed it, remember? You looked like you’d just
won the lottery.”
The line went completely dead. The silence stretched for a long, heavy minute.
Then, a ragged, weeping roar tore through the receiver.
“You set me up! You had this entire thing orchestrated from the very fucking beginning!”
I tossed the chicken bone into the trash and picked up the remote to change the channel.
“I learned from the best, Garrett.”
“Weren’t you always the master of orchestration?”
I ended the call.
Maddie walked out of the kitchen balancing a plate of fresh fruit. Seeing my expressionless face as I flipped through cable channels, she asked cautiously.
“What did the trash bag say?”
“He says Roxy’s jaw is fractured, and she’s trying to press charges for aggravated assault.”
Maddie gasped, turning pale. “Oh God, what are we going to do?”
“Nothing.”
“He signed the waiver himself. He could hire the most expensive white-collar firm in the state, and they still wouldn’t be able to crack it.”
Maddie let out a massive sigh of relief, though her posture remained tense.
“What about the apartment? Does he know you cashed out the equity yet?”
“Not yet.”
I glanced down at the digital clock on my screen.
“Give it a few more hours, and the reality check will hit his desk.”