Marrying the Chairman in the Wheelchair

Wearing an elegant white gown, holding a bouquet, walking down the aisle, and exchanging vows until death do us part were every woman's dream. Hannah never expected that this would be the day she would end her single life.

It all started six months ago when Jeffrey proposed to her on her 25th birthday.

Jeffrey was perfect in every way, showering Hannah with attention and love. He was enough, although he did not come from an incredibly wealthy family. A happy and simple married life was what Hannah wanted, as she had never felt true happiness in half her life.

All because of...

"Hannah!" A voice interrupted her thoughts as the door to her room swung open without permission.

Francesca Comb, Hannah’s stepmother, stepped in. She was a woman in her mid-forties, heavily made up and oozing glamour.

Francesca has made Hannah's life miserable ever since she married her father.

"Yes, Mom?" Hannah replied.

Francesca looked at Hannah, a twenty-five-year-old with natural beauty. Hannah had a slim face, a symmetrical nose, and full red lips. Her light brown wavy hair was pulled back into a bun, revealing her graceful neck.

"You haven't put on your wedding dress yet, have you?" Francesca asked bluntly.

Hannah shook her head. "Not yet, I was just about to."

"Don't bother, and it's not for you."

Hannah's face showed confusion. "What do you mean, Mom?"

Before Hannah could figure it out, Aspen entered the room with Jeffrey. The atmosphere became strange, especially since Jeffrey had unexpectedly shown up at the house instead of meeting at the church.

"Jeffrey, speak up!" Francesca urged.

Jeffrey's face turned pale, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Sensing Jeffrey's strange behavior, Hannah tried to comfort him by reaching for his arm, but he pulled away stiffly.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Hannah asked.

But Jeffrey shrugged, leaving her in shock.

"Jeffrey?" Hannah probed, but he avoided her gaze.

"I can't marry you," Jeffrey said, shaking slightly.

Hannah’s stomach tightened. "But why?"

"Because I'm pregnant with Jeffrey's child!" Aspen exclaimed with a smug expression matched Francesca's.

The twenty-four-year-old young woman with shoulder-length black hair wrapped her arms around Jeffrey's waist.

Hannah knew Aspen had always resented her, hurling insults and sarcastic remarks at her for years. But this time, the joke was not funny at all.

"Okay, I think your joke went too far this time," Hannah said.

"Jeff, tell her. Are you going to keep quiet?" This time, it was Aspen who pushed.

Hannah looked for answers in Jeffrey, who remained motionless. She hoped Jeffrey would chuckle, tell her it was a prank, and reassure her that things were fine, but he didn’t deny it.

"Aspen is indeed carrying my child, Hannah. And I must marry her," Jeffrey said.

The words were flat, without remorse.

Hannah's heart immediately ached, and her body shook from the blow of bitter reality.

Why on the day she had so eagerly anticipated? Why did Jeffrey and Aspen have to ruin it all?

Hannah sat