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Darling's first love Asher was too scared to go on stage before his performance, so I switched places with him in the lineup and ended up going viral.
But he deliberately fell off the stage and scraped his ankle, then insisted I had pushed him.
To help get revenge for him, Darling Vivienne broke my left leg.
When setting the bone, Vivienne specifically instructed the doctor to position my toes pointing backwards and my heel forwards.
The doctor was incredulous, "Ms. Stratton, your husband is the dancer you've personally nurtured for 10 years until he finally became famous. How will he ever dance again with such a deformed leg?"
Vivienne said: "He hurt Asher, so he needs to suffer a thousand times more pain than Asher did. We have to teach him a lesson."
"Once Asher becomes a superstar and no one can bully him anymore, I'll make it up to him."
Six months later, I received an invitation from the biggest talent agency in the country.
When the contract termination agreement and divorce papers were placed in front of Vivienne, her eyes welled up with tears.

Darling Interrupted My Dancing Career to Please Her First Love

Looking at my pale complexion, Vivienne finally softened and asked Asher to leave.


She stroked my face and poured me a glass of water.


"Alaric, I just wanted you to apologize to Asher. You have me and the company, but what does Asher have? Nothing except a gravely ill grandfather."


"He's our friend. You should be more accommodating to him."


Friend? Vivienne still thought I was in the dark, unaware of their behavior just moments ago.


She had reduced my legs to their current state, all for the sake of making Asher smile.


Seeing the person I once wanted to spend my life with turn into this, I felt nothing but pathetic and laughable.


Vivienne tried to comfort me again: "Once Asher becomes famous, I'll get your legs fixed. We'll go abroad together, and no one will be able to bother us anymore."


There's no greater sorrow than a dead heart.


When you're completely disillusioned with someone, you don't even bother to argue anymore.


I struggled to sit up, and calmly said, "Vivienne, let's get a divorce."


Vivienne furrowed her brow, "What nonsense are you talking about?"


I turned my head away, my mind made up.


She picked up a cup and smashed it on the floor. Asher, hearing the noise, immediately barged in.


Vivienne pointed at me, roaring, "Alaric, don't forget who gave you everything you have today. Be grateful I'm only taking one of your legs. If I wanted your life, you'd be mine even in death!"


"I'm canceling all your engagements. You'll stay here and recover properly. When the time is right, I'll come for you."


With that, she linked arms with Asher and turned to leave. Asher glanced back at me and said, "It's best to tie him up. If he escapes, Vivienne will surely be heartbroken."


Vivienne ordered her men to tie me to the bed.


"Vivienne, let me go! This is imprisonment!"


In the days that followed, I had to rely on others to bring me a bedpan just to use the bathroom, like a undignified invalid.


Six months later, Vivienne reappeared in the hospital room.


This time, she had prepared a revealing dance outfit for me.


"Alaric, today you'll put this on and share the stage with Asher."


During my six months tied to the hospital bed, I wasn't completely in the dark about the outside world.


The nurses took pity on me and told me many things.


While I was confined to the bed for half a year, the two of them had been gallivanting around, taking trips every other week.


Asher's looks were average, his dancing skills mediocre, and he lacked ambition. In the entertainment industry, he barely made a ripple.


Recently, someone started a rumor hoping I'd make a comeback.


Vivienne's move was an attempt to let Asher ride on my popularity.


"Alaric, I promise this is the last time. Once Asher becomes famous today, I'll take you abroad tomorrow."


Vivienne made it seem like she was discussing it with me, but in reality, she was forcing me.


I was stripped of my hospital gown and forced into a dance costume.


Then I was carried and thrown into the show's company car.


Limping, I was tossed onto the dance stage. As everyone watched in shock, Asher finished his dance.


All eyes were drawn to my deformed leg; no one had really paid attention to Asher.


At the same time, a video from six months ago of Asher accusing me of pushing him backstage went viral.


Suddenly, Asher became an internet sensation.


"I heard no one wanted to perform with Alaric and his deformed leg, only Asher was willing. And he's supposed to be the enemy who once tried to harm him!"


Chapter 3