After My Diagnosis, My Cruel Wife Went Crazy

For three years, Seraphina pretended to be paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair. The night the yacht caught fire, a burning beam shattered her husband Asher's leg. She watched him scream from her chair, telling him he was too far and would have to crawl. But when her childhood sweetheart Flynn fell into the sea, she sprang up and dove in after him. Trapped by the flames, Asher was burned beyond recognition, his mind starved of oxygen until he was left with the intellect of a six-year-old.

Three years later, Seraphina finds him begging on a street corner. She falls to her knees, demanding to know if hiding from her was worth this. Asher offers her his last piece of candy and asks why her legs are fine. Convinced he is acting, she grinds the candy into the pavement and drags him back to the house he once fled, where steam, fire and a pair of black leather shoes wait.

As the household staff mock his scars and Flynn smiles beside her at dinner, Seraphina begins to see what she has done. The man who was once as proud as a swan is truly broken.