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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

"Scarlett's right, this pair of shoes has only been touched by her, you, and me. You must have lied to me after receiving the package and put needles inside!"


Asher violently smashed the dance shoes against my face. The needle tips poked out, scraping my forehead.


But Asher was still not satisfied. He kicked my leg hard:


"You poisonous woman! If anything happens to Scarlett, I'll make sure you pay with your life!"


An intense pain shot through my leg as blood blurred my vision. I couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed unconscious on the ground.


In the last moment before my eyes closed, I saw Scarlett's lips curl into a smirk.


When I regained consciousness, I was already in the hospital. Aside from the occasional nurse coming to check on me, there was no one by my side.


Another day, I pushed my wheelchair to get food. As I passed by the neighboring room, I heard Scarlett's voice:


"Asher, I need to use the bathroom. Can you carry me there?"


"Carry you there? I'd even hold you while you use the bathroom if you wanted."


"Really? Won't Melody get angry if she finds out?"Hearing my name, Asher's brows knitted together.


"Why bring up that vixen? If it weren't for your soft heart, she wouldn't even deserve to be in the hospital."


"Oh, come on now. If our Asher keeps getting angry, he'll end up with wrinkles like an ugly old fellow."


"Does this ugly old fellow still need to carry you to the bathroom?"


Scarlett's face instantly turned red, her arms wrapping around Asher's neck:


"Yes, I still want the ugly old fellow to carry me to the bathroom. That's what you get for teasing me, darling."


The hospital's soundproofing was mediocre. Soon enough, the sound of running water could be heard from the tightly closed bathroom.


Then came the rhythmic sounds of passion. The noises of male and female pleasure continued throughout the day, seemingly endless.


Early the next morning, just as I finished breakfast, Scarlett walked in.


She brazenly unbuttoned her collar, revealing various intimate marks to my eyes:


"Asher says you're useless, unable to satisfy him. Last night, he couldn't get enough of me, going at it all day long."


"Tell me, when you two are intimate, doesn't he find your legs disgusting?"


Looking at Scarlett's smug face, I once again recalled that night at the gala.I vomited uncontrollably onto the woman in front of me as my stomach churned violently.


At that moment, Asher suddenly appeared in the hospital room. Seeing the scene before him, he became enraged and slapped me hard across the face:


"You poisonous woman! To think Scarlett was kind enough to ask me to check on you! If I'd known you were this vicious, it would've been better if that car accident had killed you!"


My cheek swelled up instantly, but the pain from Asher's words cut far deeper than the physical sting.


I counted the days - just one more week until I'd be free.


On the day of my discharge, Asher didn't send anyone to pick me up, so I had to take a taxi home by myself.


When I got back, the housekeeper Mrs. Winchester was cooking in the kitchen. She looked panicked when she saw me:


But before she could finish speaking, a little boy suddenly ran out of my bedroom:


As I watched the boy throw himself into Mrs. Winchester's arms, I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice.At the same time, I received a message from Scarlett:


"I never imagined Asher loved me so much that he'd stage such an elaborate show. Melody, the lead role is mine, Asher is mine, you're nothing but a worthless piece of trash..."


Mustering what little strength I had left, I dragged myself to the bedroom to retrieve the divorce papers.


Chapter 4