The bright chandeliers lit up the white marble entrance hall of the Vance estate.
Dozens of rich guests walked through the high wooden doors wearing expensive tuxedos and silk dresses.
Arthur Vance sat quietly in a simple black wheelchair near the grand center staircase.
His hands rested on his lap while soft music played from the corner of the room.
A large American flag hung proudly on the high wall behind the floral wedding arch.
Everyone in town knew that Arthur was the sole owner of a massive technology fortune.
They also knew he had suffered a severe car accident just three weeks ago.
His doctors had said his recovery would require patience and time.
Victoria walked across the polished marble floor wearing a bright emerald green dress.
Her golden earrings caught the bright light as she looked down at Arthur with a cold expression.
She held a glass of expensive pink champagne in her manicured hand.
Victoria: You should have stayed upstairs in your private bedroom tonight, Arthur.
Arthur: This is my home, Victoria, and I wanted to welcome our wedding guests.
Victoria: Look at you sitting in that pathetic chair like a broken piece of furniture.
Arthur: My mind is still perfectly sharp, even if my legs are currently weak.
Victoria: High society people do not want to stare at a man who cannot stand up straight.
She scoffed loudly and turned her back to the gathering crowd of wealthy neighbors.
Several guests paused their quiet conversations to look over at the couple.
A wealthy investor named Richard adjusted his navy blue suit jacket and frowned softly.
A blonde woman standing next to him whispered something behind her silver fan.
Arthur kept his voice calm despite the harsh words coming from his official fiancee.
Arthur: We are supposed to get married next month in this very room.
Victoria: That was before you turned into a useless burden who needs constant help.
Arthur: I thought your love for me went deeper than physical strength or social appearance.
Victoria: Love does not run a corporate empire or look good on camera at charity galas.
She took a slow sip from her glass and tilted her head back with absolute contempt.
The air in the room grew heavy as more people noticed the growing tension.
Arthur looked into her eyes and saw no warmth or affection remaining.
He remembered how attentive she had been before the doctors put him in this wheelchair.
Back then, she had laughed at every joke and held his hand constantly.
Now her face showed only disgust and deep disappointment.
Arthur took a quiet breath and looked down at his useless leather shoes.
He did not shout or argue with her in front of the gathered crowd.
He simply let her show everyone in the room exactly who she truly was.