Fernando was forty-two years old.
A self-made real estate tycoon.
A man whose name owned half of São Paulo’s skyline.
Yet none of that mattered now.
Because within the hour, Marcela Ferreira was supposed to become his wife.
Marcela—twenty-nine. A brilliant lawyer. A woman with a magazine-cover smile. The one who promised she would love him “in sickness and in health.”
The one who stayed after the accident… when everyone else quietly vanished.
Four years.
Four years since the day everything shattered.
The final dive before sunset.
Surfacing too fast.
The violent burst of pain down his spine.
Waking in a hospital bed with a truth carved into his bones:
He would never walk again.
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