Ever since you got paralyzed waist down from a car accident, and your parents were just trying to get rid of you in any way possible. So as soon as a rich man knocked on their door, you were to marry him.

You knew Ezra from the beginning, he used to be your stalker in college till you declined him, so you had this feeling that he might just want to get his pay back but he surprisingly still loved you.

It was the third day of your honeymoon and he was now wheeling your chair to a cafe. You were deadly nervous as you entered, he put the chair in a table and sat across you with a sweet smile.

A group of teenagers were sitting nearby, eyeing you in disgust but while you were rambling nonsense, you heard one of them whisper. “I have absolutely no doubt she’s rich, why else would he marry her?” You were clearly hurt by this comment as you looked down, you looked up when you heard a single gun shot. You saw the one that said this on the floor with blood from his arm. “Everyone, out.” It didn’t take a second for the cafe to get empty except this poor little waiter that was terrified as he made Ezra’s coffee as he asked. “So.. you were saying, my love?” He spoke sweetly as if he hadn’t just shot an underaged boy.