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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.

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

After a night's rest, I asked the housekeeper to pack up all my belongings. I took the opportunity to mail the pregnancy test results and divorce papers to Brent's office.


By my calculations, they should arrive just in time for Melody's performance.


This upcoming show of hers seemed to be a big deal. Even though it was still days away, the internet was already flooded with promotional content.


Brent had been busy helping her arrange the event details. Since sending that explanatory text, he hadn't reached out to me again.


He only had his assistant deliver numerous gifts.


"Ma'am, these are presents Mr. Shaw personally selected for you. The company's been swamped lately, so he can't come home to be with you. He hopes you understand."


Hearing this, I glanced at the pile on the table.


Out-of-style jewelry, lipsticks that didn't suit my skin tone, overly sweet perfumes, and...


High heels I had absolutely no use for.


Not a single item was something I needed, yet each one had coincidentally appeared on Melody's social media.


Listening to the assistant's hollow words, I smiled without calling him out. I simply asked the housekeeper to store everything in the warehouse.On the day of Melody's performance, all the prominent figures in New York City were in attendance.


I casually opened the video Melody had sent to my phone.


Brent was holding Melody's hand, introducing her to the cream of the crop from various industries. From afar, they looked like a perfect couple.


This was truly a low-blow attempt to provoke me.


After blocking her, I received a message from Brent.


"Darling, Melody hopes you can come to her performance. It would be good for you to relax a bit."


Ever since I became disabled, he had never taken me to any social events.


He said he was worried about my health.


But then I'd turn on the TV and see news of him and Melody gallivanting about as a couple.


Brent messaging me now to come over was clearly because Melody had discovered I'd blocked her and couldn't continue to needle me, so she had to contact me through him.


Having me sit in the audience watching her dance gracefully on stage was undoubtedly a knife to the heart.


Brent wasn't unaware of how much this would hurt me; he simply didn't care.


Then again, if he didn't care about my life, why would he care about my pain?


When the phone rang, I was already on my way to the airport.I didn't answer, instead I deleted all his contact information.


Listening to the busy signal of a call that couldn't connect, Brent suddenly felt a wave of unease.


Before, when he called, he could hear my voice in less than three seconds, but now there was no response.


Just as he was about to send a text, he received a call from his assistant.


"Mr. Shaw, your wife is gone! She sent divorce papers and a test report!"


Chapter 5