He Faked a Limp to Break My Heart Novel – Delivering a luxury sushi order worth ¥99,999 on a stormy day—with an extra ¥100 tip—I was quietly thrilled. But then I accidentally overheard laughter coming from inside the villa. “She actually believes you were paralyzed in a car crash, and she delivers takeout every day to support you? She even sold her mother’s keepsake?” “If she finds out you’re the Silvercrest Society’s heir to the Reynolds fortune, worth billions of dollars, and you’re just playing the poor man’s game—wouldn’t she die of heartbreak?” Jacob Reynolds swirled his wine glass lazily. “A woman like that—cheap and born to serve others.” “She used to outshine Sophia in school.
Deceiving her now is the punishment she deserves.” I stood in the rain, tears blended with the downpour. So he faked being sick for two years—just to help his childhood sweetheart take revenge on me. His paralyzed legs, his tragic orphan story, his helpless tears—All of it, carefully crafted lies. In the end, I called the father I hadn’t spoken to in years. “Dad, I lost. I agree to the engagement.” After hanging up, Sophia Montgomery’s voice drifted out of the villa again. “My sweet Jacob spoils and defends me, that’s why he taught that little tramp a lesson.
I’m so happy.” Her slender fingers hooked under Jacob’s chin. And I saw the ring on her finger—my mother’s. Jacob chuckled softly, gently biting her fingertip. “You naughty thing.” I saw his supposedly paralyzed legs, casually crossed on the coffee table—completely functional. The thick white cast that fooled me for over two years gleamed mockingly under the lights. Clutching the delivery box, I knocked on the door. Everyone inside turned their heads to look at me. The once-lively living room fell deathly silent. Step by step, I walked toward Jacob.
Each step left a distinct, wet footprint on the floor. Jacob’s voice turned hoarse and tense, his eyes darting nervously. “Why are you here?” “I was just… meeting some old classmates…” I ignored him. My eyes were fixed on the ring on Sophia’s finger. “Give me back the ring.” The smile on Jacob’s face froze. He hadn’t expected me to be this calm. He instinctively wheeled toward me, trying to soothe me with that familiar gentle tone: “Emily, listen to me…” “Listen to what?” I cut him off, my lips curling into a grimace that was uglier than crying. “Tell me that you generously sold the ring to Miss Montgomery for a good price?” “Or that your paralyzed legs just happened to be working today?” Jacob’s face turned pale.
He opened his mouth but said nothing. The room grew heavier with silence. Only Sophia let out a sneering laugh. She stood with her hips swaying in her high heels, and came to stand before me, deliberately holding out her hand with the ring. “This ring is a gift from Jacob. You like it? Want it back?” She emphasized “a gift” with smug satisfaction in her eyes. Jacob’s face twisted with guilt. “Sophia, stop! Emily, she—” “She what?” Sophia cut him off impatiently, giving me a slow once-over—my soaked, cheap delivery uniform. “You want it? Fine, for Jacob’s sake, I could give it back.
But not at the original price. I’ve worn it already, after all. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll sell it to you at a ‘friendship price’— ¥500,000, cash. Pay now, and it’s yours.” ¥500,000? After falling out with my father, I had nothing left. I’d pawned all my mother’s keepsakes to “treat” Jacob. I couldn’t even scrape together ¥500 now. I looked at her gloating face, then at Jacob—who avoided my gaze, silently condoning her cruelty. It felt like an icy hand had clenched my heart, crushing the last flicker of warmth I held for the past. “Fine.” “I’ll buy it.”