Chapter 4Her Betrayal Broke More Than Bones

I clutched my chest as the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Giselle's face was cold as she dug the heel of her stilettos firmly into the back of my palm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Craig? Who gave you the right to lay a hand on Dennis?

"If I hadn't arrived when I did, you'd have already beaten him to death! Do you even realize what you just did?"

The excruciating pain made me break out in a cold sweat.

When Dennis saw that Giselle was here, he immediately put on a pitiful, aggrieved expression and exclaimed, "Aunt Gigi! Please don't blame Uncle Craig for this! I just asked to compete against him to settle the regret from six years ago!

"So what if his leg is broken? He used to be so incredible. His broken leg shouldn't even have affected anything about his performance.

"I only had his best interests at heart, but he reacted as though he wanted to kill me!"

I lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. I looked up and glared at him with seething resentment.

"You wanted to compete against me? You people were the ones who reduced me to this state six years ago! And now, you want me dead?

"I don't even have anything to do with you anymore! Why won't you just let me go?"

Giselle dug her heels harder into my hand, and the sound of bones shattering was sickeningly clear.

I bit down hard on my lower lip as drops of blood fell from my mouth to the floor.

Giselle stared down at me condescendingly just like she did in the past.

"Craig, I spent every day in the past six years looking for you when you went missing. I never believed that you were dead.

"And my request to you was simple. I only asked you to accept Dennis. Why is it so hard for you to do that? All he did was ask to race against you. What's the matter with that?"

Giselle's shameless words made me laugh in sheer disbelief. She knew fully well that I was completely paralyzed from the waist down and could barely even manage the simplest daily tasks, and yet, she still insisted that I satisfied Dennis' demands to race him.

"On what grounds?" I gritted. "He's a world champion now. He could race against anyone. Why must he race against me?"

That question grated harshly on Dennis' ears.

The world champion title should have been mine, after all. A dark look immediately appeared in his eyes as he grabbed Giselle's hand, speaking in a trembling voice, "Aunt Gigi was the one who raised me. I just wanted to be your family too, Uncle Craig. But why do you keep picking on me like this?"

His words made Giselle feel sorry for him. She then turned to look at me with anger, disappointment, and helpless resignation in her eyes.

She let go of my hand and took a step back. Then, she told her bodyguards to grab me and lift me from the wheelchair.

I had a horrible feeling about this. I glared at her with shaky eyes and yelled, "What are you trying to do, Giselle Stewart?"

She shifted her gaze and said with an unperturbed expression, "I've already paid off your debts. I've also transferred a sum of money to your account to ensure you'll never want anything anymore after this.

"Once this is over, I'll bring you home, and we can remarry."

She then waved her hand at her bodyguards, and they dragged me away before stuffing me into an autonomous race car, locking the seatbelt firmly in place.

Dennis grinned as he engaged the throttle for me, and the car shot forward at once at excessive speed. If anyone tried to turn at this pace, there was a very high risk of flipping.

My face went deathly pale. I tried to hit the brakes, but my legs were completely numb and refused to move.

The loud screaming, cheering, and jeering outside the car sounded like just a buzz in my ears as they were swallowed by the rushing wind.

Suddenly, the sound of a part falling off made my heart lurch.

It felt just like that accident from six years ago.

The next turn was a very steep bend, and it was clear that Dennis had rigged this car up. I had no control over the vehicle whatsoever.

A wave of dizziness made my vision turn black.

The car flipped violently. My world spun, and flames immediately burst forth. I struggled desperately to undo the seatbelt around me, but it was locked tight and refused to budge.

"Save him! What are you useless idiots standing around like that for? Save him!"

Giselle's heart-wrenching cry sounded from across the arena as I slammed my hands urgently against the side of the car door, completely trapped. There was nothing I could do aside from watch helplessly as the flames raged on.

I didn't know how much time passed. It was long enough for me to think that I was on the verge of death.

Suddenly, I heard Giselle's shaky voice in my ears.

"Craig. Craig! Stay awake with me! Don't go to sleep! You'll be fine, I promise!"

Her voice sounded farther and farther away from me.

I ended up being rushed to the ER.

"This patient needs surgery immediately. Which one of you is his family member? Come here and sign the waiver forms at once!"

Giselle instinctively grabbed the pen to sign the documents. However, I stubbornly held on to the last of my consciousness and grabbed the doctor's arm.

"Not her…"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I heard a familiar voice drifting into my ears.

"I'll sign it. I'm his wife."

Giselle's face immediately turned pale as she turned around in shock.