Arthur placed both of his hands firmly on the flat armrests of the wheelchair.
He took a slow, deep breath and locked his eyes directly onto Victoria's face.
To the utter astonishment of everyone in the room, Arthur began to push himself up.
His knees straightened out smoothly without any sign of tremor or physical pain.
He stood up to his full height of six feet and two inches tall.
He brushed off the lapels of his white tuxedo jacket with absolute calm.
Victoria stumbled backward, dropping her crystal champagne glass onto the hard floor.
The glass shattered into tiny shimmering pieces across the dark blue blanket.
Victoria: You... you can stand? You can walk?!
Arthur: My legs healed over a week ago, thanks to private daily physical therapy.
Victoria: Why did you pretend to be trapped in that awful chair?!
Arthur: I needed to see who loved me for who I am, and who only loved my money.
Victoria: That was a cruel trick! You tricked your own future wife!
Arthur: It was not a trick, Victoria. It was a simple test of your character.
Victoria: Arthur, please! I was just tired and stressed out about the wedding planning!
She stepped over the broken glass and tried to reach out for his arm.
Arthur raised his hand calmly and stopped her from touching his clean white suit.
Arthur: Do not touch me, Victoria. The wedding is completely canceled.
Victoria: You cannot throw away two years of our relationship over a simple argument!
Arthur: You proved that your love ends the moment trouble begins in my life.
He turned his head toward the heavy oak doors near the mansion entrance.
Two large security guards in black suits stepped into the bright marble foyer.
Arthur: Escort Miss Sterling off my property immediately and make sure she never returns.
Victoria: Arthur, wait! Let us talk about this privately upstairs!
The guards firmly placed their hands on her arms and led her toward the front entrance.
Victoria shouted and protested, but the heavy doors closed shut behind her with a deep thud.