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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

In the dead of night, I stared at the divorce papers I'd tricked Asher into signing before bed, and sent them off to my lawyer.


Then, I booked a flight to Chicago and informed my old friends back home.


After finishing all of this, I set down my phone and turned my gaze to Asher sleeping beside me, my eyes cold as ice.


Then I might as well give up on it entirely...


On the day of our belated first anniversary dinner, I had just finished putting on my evening gown and was about to head out when a package arrived.


I opened it to find a beautiful pair of dance shoes inside.


They were exactly my size, with delicate white ribbons embroidered with an elegant cursive M. Exquisite and dainty.


These were dance shoes Asher had designed himself.


During the seven years I'd spent chasing after him, I'd begged him countless times to make me a pair of dance shoes, but he always irritably refused.


Later, after my leg was injured and I could no longer dance, I never brought up dance shoes again.


I never imagined Asher had actually taken it to heart,


And even made these shoes our first wedding anniversary gift.


For a moment, I was overcome with a jumble of emotions as memories of all the wonderful moments from this past year flooded my mind.Just then, the phone rang. As soon as I answered, Asher's voice burst through:


"Melody, did you receive a package? Have you opened it?"


Visibly, Asher breathed a sigh of relief.


"Nothing, Channing sent it to the wrong address. I'll have the courier pick it up later."


So that's what it was. I chuckled self-deprecatingly and opened the note I had just found in the ballet shoes.


Asher's flowing, elegant handwriting came into view:


"Scarlett, don't worry. I'll only make ballet shoes for you and no one else. As for her, it's impossible in this lifetime. I only have duty towards her, not affection. I regret it, but what's done is done."


"I love watching you shine on stage, love seeing you rise on your toes and dance gracefully. In my heart, no one shines brighter than you..."


Reading this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I furiously threw the ballet shoes to the ground.


While Scarlett was dancing gracefully on stage, I was lying helplessly under a car, letting the wheels crush my legs.


When Scarlett was accepting awards as the prima ballerina on stage, I was in the hospital, writhing in excruciating pain, watching as my mangled legs lost all sensation.Having lost my health and career, Asher, the executioner of my downfall, only regrets his own happiness.


Channing's voice rang in my ear, but he stopped short upon seeing my bloodshot eyes.


I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them again, my expression had returned to normal.


The moment the doors swung open, a cacophony of voices flooded my ears:


Egged on by the crowd, Asher and Scarlett leaned in towards the apple suspended between them, mouths open wide.


Just as they were about to bite, the apple was yanked away, causing their lips to meet in a solid kiss.


From where I stood, I could even see the glistening thread of saliva as their lips parted.


But everything changed when they saw me.


Asher was visibly flustered, wiping the lipstick from his mouth as he approached me:


As if I shouldn't be here, at what was supposed to be our anniversary party.


Realizing his mistake, Asher looked uncomfortable.


Nearby, Scarlett hurriedly came over and tugged on Asher's ear:


Chapter 2