“Rustik kept some secrets.” “Would it have changed your decision?” I knew what he was asking—would I have rejected this match if I had known she was in a wheelchair? As Don, I knew that any sign of weakness would be exploited. Having a wife already made me vulnerable—my enemies would certainly try to use her to get to me—but having one who was so visibly defective? I grimaced. The word felt wrong in my mind as Sofiya rounded the car, stopping when she was beside me. She tilted her face to meet my gaze, her plump red lips mesmerizing me. Wheelchair or not, she was perfection.
