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On the day of the principal dancer selection, I lost my legs to save a little boy, and my career plummeted.
In my moment of despair, Asher, whom I had been pursuing for years, defied everyone's objections and proposed to me with a diamond ring he had prepared long ago:
"Melody, even if you can never stand up again in this life, I will always be by your side, never leaving, taking care of you for a lifetime."
I was deeply moved and immediately accepted his proposal.
After marriage, Asher truly kept his promise, treating me with utmost care.
On our wedding anniversary, I secretly went to his company to give him a surprise, but accidentally witnessed the driver who had hit me leaving his office.
At the same time, Asher's conversation with his assistant came from inside the room:
"Mr. Carlisle, the driver has taken the hush money and won't be returning to Chicago. Your wife will never know that you arranged for her to be hit. But is what we're doing really right?"
After a long silence, Asher extinguished his cigarette and said in a hoarse voice:
"As long as Scarlett can become the principal dancer and fulfill her dream, anything is worth doing."
"But your wife's legs..."
Joy may have lost her legs, but I sacrificed my own happiness and gave myself to her. Isn't that enough...?"

Lost Her Legs On the Day Of Principal Dancer Selection to Save a Boy

"I really know I was wrong. After we go back this time, can we forget everything from the past and start over?"


Listening to Asher's words, I found them utterly ridiculous and laughable.


The triumphant smile on the driver's face as he ran over my legs,


The excruciating pain when the wheels crushed my legs,


The gruesome sight of flesh and blood as the doctor set my bones,


The loneliness of sitting day after day in an empty room,


The terror of discovering that the mastermind behind my suffering was my closest husband,


The helplessness of being pointed at and humiliated by those around me,


The moment of being falsely accused by Scarlett with no recourse, even facing physical abuse from my own husband,


Each and every one of these incidents, to this day, still often jolt me awake from nightmares.


Waking up with tears streaming down my face, soaking my pillow.


"How can you casually say 'let's forget it all'? How could I possibly forget!"


Chapter 10