The Game of Breaking Bones

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family.

For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition.

Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town.

Today was our three-year anniversary.

I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery.

I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite.

Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite.

"Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry."

I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

The laughter from inside the suite cut right through the heavy wooden door.

Julian's friends held crystal champagne flutes, their voices dripping with contempt and flattery.

"Julian, that trick was absolutely brilliant. Slapping on a fake cast, pretending to be crippled, hiding out in the slums. And that girl -- what's her name, Lily? -- that orphan actually believed you gave up a billion-dollar fortune for her. She's been washing dishes at some hole-in-the-wall restaurant every day just to support you."

Julian let out a soft laugh. His slender fingers brushed a strand of hair behind Victoria's ear, and his eyes held a tenderness I'd never once seen. It was a look he would never, ever show me in that basement apartment.

"If I didn't find some gullible fool to take the fall, how was I supposed to fool the old man? She didn’t deserve to make me break my leg."

Victoria nestled into his arms with a coy pout, her voice dripping with contempt.

"So are you going back to that moldy little apartment tonight? I can't bear to let you go. That cheap cooking-oil smell on you makes me sick."

Julian pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice low and indulgent.

"Just a few more days. Once my father officially announces my return to the family tomorrow, I'll get rid of that nuisance. I'll stay with you tonight. I'm not going back."

I stood frozen outside the door. My stomach dropped.

Three years of memories hit me all at once.