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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

"Asher, how could you talk like that? Of course Melody should come. Melody, I apologize to you. Don't be angry, I'll deal with him for you."


"I understand, my little princess. I won't dare to do it again."


Asher's tone was full of affection, and he even half-squatted down to make it easier for Scarlett.


But in front of me, Asher would never bend down. He would only stand tall, looking down on me.


It's only in these small details that you can see who Asher truly loves.


"Scarlett, you're too kind. It's not your fault, why are you apologizing?"


"Exactly, why did you come out here when your leg is lame? Such a buzzkill. What's the point of watching so closely? Asher still loves our Scarlett the most."


Asher stepped in at the right moment to interrupt his friend's sarcastic remarks towards me.


"Yeah, stop it. I'm about to get married. Asher and I are just friends."


Hearing these words, Asher's eyes also turned red. He couldn't help but step forward and hold Scarlett's hand: "Scarlett...Scarlett wiped away nonexistent tears from the corner of her eye, feigning strength as she flashed a gentle smile at Asher:


"It's all in the past. Melody is a wonderful girl, and I understand why Asher chose her."


As she spoke, Scarlett crouched down and lifted my pant leg, instantly exposing my battered legs to everyone present.


"I know, right? It's so gross, like some kind of creepy-crawly!"


A wave of gasps rippled through the crowd.


Seemingly oblivious to the reactions, Scarlett continued to point at the crooked stitches and misaligned bones on my leg, remarking:


"Not everyone is as strong as Melody. If my legs were this messed up and disgusting, I wouldn't want to live."


The moment Scarlett lifted my pant leg, I froze completely.


"That's right, Scarlett's got a point. Doesn't she feel grossed out looking at herself?"


"Well, can't die if she wants to mooch off our Asher."


"Tsk, tsk. Using tactics like this, this woman's mind is even more revolting than her legs."


I looked up at the disgusted faces surrounding me, cold sweat breaking out in waves, my stomach churning uncontrollably."Asher, you won't become like that. Even if you did, I'd take care of you for the rest of my life."


Asher's heartfelt voice rang out, but it wasn't in my defense. It was directed at the woman he loved.


He even averted his eyes in disgust when he accidentally caught sight of the scars on my legs.


Only then did I realize why he always applied medicine for me at night.


"Would you really not be repulsed by me if I became so ugly?"


"I swear to you, no matter what you become, you'll always be the most beautiful to me."


Asher raised his right hand in an oath, gazing lovingly at Scarlett. I stood in the crowd, enduring cold stares, ignored by everyone.


Reassured by his answer, Scarlett's tears turned to laughter. She pinched Asher's nose playfully.


"Everyone's here, so you can't go back on your word. As a reward, how about I dance for you? I'll wear the dance shoes you gave me."


But within minutes, a piercing scream came from the changing room. Everyone rushed over to find Scarlett's foot bleeding profusely.


The moment she saw me, Scarlett, hiding in Asher's arms with tear-stained eyes, screamed in terror:


"It was her! She's the one who put needles in my shoes!""


Asher paused for a second while inspecting the dance shoes, his eyes flashing crimson:


Chapter 3