He Said a Cripple Wasn't Worthy Of the Principal Dancer

The day of my dance performance, I was in a terrible car accident. I became wheelchair-bound.

My rival, Melody, took my place and cruelly taunted me.

"A cripple dares to compete with me?"

When I fell into depression and lost my will to live, it was my boyfriend Brent who stayed by my side, constantly encouraging me to keep going.

He not only hired a private doctor to treat me, but also personally prepared medicine and accompanied me to rehab every day. I thought he was a ray of light in my dark life.

Until the third year of our marriage, I overheard his conversation with the doctor.

"Mr. Shaw, Miss Stone's rehab motivation has been getting stronger lately. If she keeps taking this medicine, I'm afraid..."

"Increase the dosage. She must never stand up again. I won't let her take Melody's position as principal dancer."

Only then did I realize that his so-called tender care and redemption was nothing but a cruel conspiracy.

His daily attentive care was all to pave the way for his little childhood sweetheart.

If that's how it is, I'll let them have their way.