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On my wedding day, my fiancée called off our marriage right then and there, taking my brother's hand as she walked down the aisle.
I ran out of the venue, devastated, only to be hit by a car and left paralyzed, forever cutting short my dancing career.
In my darkest moment, as I was about to throw myself into the river, my brother's aunt Melody pulled me back from the brink.
She declared her love for me to the whole world, marrying me in a wedding of the century.
But on our third wedding anniversary, I accidentally overheard her instructing her assistant:
"As usual, have the doctor replace my husband's leg treatment medication with vitamins, and find an excuse to postpone his rehabilitation therapy."
The assistant replied hesitantly:
"But Ms. Carlisle... The doctor said if we keep delaying his treatment, he might never be able to stand up again in his life..."
"You had someone deliberately cause the accident that paralyzed him for Young Master Fintan's sake. Now that Fintan has become the principal dancer and is favored by his wife's family... Do you still need to be so cautious about your husband?"
"Enough talk! So what if he can't stand up? It's not like I won't take care of him for the rest of his life."
Melody looked towards the distance, her eyes filled with melancholy:
"If societal norms prevent Fintan and me from being together, then I'll dedicate my life to protecting him! I won't let anyone stand in the way of his happiness!"

The Remnants of Love

Entering the dance troupe, aside from the daily fixed training sessions for students, I would also sneak into other dancers' rehearsals.


My life was reduced to just two things: eating and living in the dance studio.


Seeing my relentless practice every day, the other members of the company couldn't help but tease, saying that in all their years of dancing since childhood, they'd never seen anyone who loved dance as much as I did.


Recalling my past, everyone only saw the side of me that was a child prodigy, not knowing that since I first encountered dance at three years old, there wasn't a single day I practiced less than three hours in the studio. Often, for the sake of convenience, I would even eat and sleep right there in the dance room.


Initially, it was just to improve myself faster, but my efforts caught the eye of the dance troupe's owner.


Chapter 8