Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

But when Sumner showed off that photo, it really got him angry.

Remembering what Hendrix had told him about their camping trip and watching shooting stars together, Domenic’s anger overflowed.

The toughest pill to swallow was realizing Lindsey was lying to him for another man.

She was obviously with Sumner, yet she had told him she was overwhelmed with work, a story she stuck to even today.

Could it be that she really betrayed him and chose Sumner over him?

Sumner felt victorious as he looked at Domenic’s cold face.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“You’re not even worthy of Lindsey.

Why would she choose you when there are better choices out there? Who do you think you are? You can’t provide Lindsey with a good life, and worst of all, you don’t truly care about her! I’m the one who has always been there for her, not you! What have you ever done for her? Spent your time shopping with another woman?”

Hearing this, Domenic clenched his fists.

But instead of getting angry, he burst into Laughter.

With a look of scorn, Domenic stared at Sumner as if he were a delusional fool.

“Do you really think you’re in a better position than me, with your severe disability?”

Sumner turned pale, realizing he was no match for the confident and imposing Domenic given his health conditon now.

Despite being in a wheelchair and having to look up at Domenic, Sumner stood his ground.

He snapped fiercely, “I came from a more prestigious background and have more talent and capabilities than a man like you! All you could do was sweet talk and live off women.

My leg will get better, and even if it doesn’t, I’m still better off than living your kind of life forever!”

Domenic laughed dismissively, moved closer to Sumner, and challenged, “Do you really think you can match up to me? What makes you so confident?”

Leaning in, he whispered harshly in Sumner’s ear, “You’re not even in my league.

”

“You!” Sumner overheard this and was immediately filled with rage.

Sumner gripped the wheelchair’s armrests, his futile attempt to rise met with frustration.

No matter how hard he strained, his body refused to budge.

He shot Domenic a glare filled with venomous hatred, unable to hide his seething rage.

Domenic had been watching him with pity, but now he straightened up, casting one last disdainful look at Sumner, a mix of warning and pity.

Silently, he left Sumner to simmer in his anger.

Sumner’s fists clenched as he struggled with his inability to move.

Amidst the park’s bustling crowd, he bit back the curses bubbling inside him.

Finally, defeated, he pounded his useless leg with frustration, slumping back into the wheelchair’s embrace.

His gaze turned skyward, but the sun’s glare only aggravated his already sore eyes.

Could he ever stand again? Had he truly become disabled? Sumner gritted his teeth, refusing to surrender.

Even if he was confined to a wheelchair, he’d never allow Lindsey to be with that man.

Never!

Lindsey hurried back after fetching medicine for Sumner.

From a distance, she spotted Sumner seemingly engaged in conversation.

But as she drew closer, the figure she had glimpsed vanished around a corner.

Squinting after the distance, she asked Sumner casually, “Who were you talking to? He looked familiar.

”

Caught up in his anger, Sumner hesitated before replying, “Just someone asking for directions.

I didn’t recognize him.

I’m feeling a bit under the weather.

Let’s head back so I can rest.

”