He Married Me to Pay Off His Sins

On New Year’s Eve, the Ferris wheel trembled violently, plunging in its descent. Panic overwhelmed me as I clung to the unstable seat, my calls for help swallowed by the chaos.

Through the blinding flashes of fireworks, I spotted James—my fiancé—standing safely on the ground, holding the nanny’s daughter close. Desperation gripped me, and I shouted his name. He glanced up, his gaze cold and detached.

“I’m busy. Don’t bother me,” he replied curtly, dismissing me as if I were a stranger.