Immediately following the wedding, the guests were startled by piercing shrieks echoing from the newlyweds’ suite…

“You’re my magician,” she said, delighted, accepting the gift. “Not quite yet, but I’ll be a real magician for you soon,” James replied mysteriously. He was planning to create a true fairy tale for her.

He wasn’t sure what inspired this surprise, but he knew it would make Anna happy. The bedroom balcony was adorned with bright lanterns and candles. When James stepped out to adjust them, he noticed the garlands were slightly crooked.

He decided to fix them but suddenly lost his balance and fell from the third floor. A loud thud echoed through the courtyard, making Anna shudder in horror. She rushed to the balcony and saw James lying motionless on the pavement, surrounded by pools of blood.

The next few minutes were filled with panic and fear. She screamed. Her cry drew doctors, paramedics, and lingering guests.

Chaos, shocked faces, stretchers, and surgery—it all felt like a blur to Anna. Finally, after a two-hour operation, she asked the doctor about James’s condition. “Will he make it?” she asked anxiously.

“He’s young and strong; he’ll survive,” the doctor said, pausing for a moment. Anna sensed something was wrong and screamed.

“What’s happened?” The doctor’s response was devastating: “James will never walk again. His spine is broken.” She realized in terror that this was no nightmare—it was reality.

“Is there any chance of recovery?” she asked, her voice trembling. The doctor replied that there was always a chance, but in this case, it was minimal. “I’ll do everything I can, but I can’t promise a miracle,” he added.

Leaving the hospital, Anna felt her world collapsing. She called her father, Robert, and burst into tears. “Daddy, what do I do? I can’t handle this.”

“I’m used to a strong man by my side, and now this tragedy.” Despair overwhelmed her. “Dad, listen, my youth and beauty will go to waste.”

“I can’t bear this.” She didn’t let her father get a word in, sobbing into the phone. “Calm down, sweetheart. I know it’s hard, but you chose him,” he said.

“We’ll find the best doctors; everything will be fine.” A month later, James was discharged, but his depression lingered. He resisted using a wheelchair but knew he’d have to accept it eventually.

Anna avoided her husband; his presence reminded her of the life she’d lost. One day, her friend Rachel called and suggested unwinding at a corporate party. “Anna, you coming?” Rachel asked.

“You know my situation,” Anna replied. “I get it, but we need a break from problems. Come on, join us,” Rachel insisted…