Playing Disabled, The Heiress's Sick Game

On the eve of our wedding, I saw my supposedly mentally disabled girlfriend.

She was dropping stacks of cash at a luxury boutique, buying designer gifts for a male model.

Through the crowd, I heard her scoffing voice.

“That poor loser was just a toy for me. I’m ditching him on our wedding day anyway.”

“If I hadn't played dumb, he wouldn't even be able to breathe the same air as me.”

Four years of absolute devotion, and it was all just a sick game.

A cold chill washed over me, and I turned