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In the third year of our marriage, after Alaric failed to convince me to agree to an open marriage, he started messing around.
When I barged into the VIP club to confront him for the 99th time, Alaric asked me to dance in place of his new fling who was on her period.
I pointed at my limp leg, "Me? Can I pole dance?"
He smirked disdainfully, "You just had a miscarriage, not an amputation."
"What are you playing at?"
Alaric roughly dragged me to the pole, forcing me to dance.
Until my leg injury flared up, and blood pooled beneath my feet, covering the floor.
He left with his new girlfriend in tow, "If you don't want kids, don't hold others back from living their lives."
That night, I had both legs amputated and ended up in a wheelchair.
His new flame Scarlett, however, sent intimate photos of their vacation together.
Alaric didn't know that I miscarried because I had ovarian cancer.
He was even more clueless that the cancer had already spread to my legs. The lingering limp was actually a blessing in disguise.

The 99th Time Catching Him

Seeing no improvement in his expression, I added, "Even if it costs me my life, I'll save you."


Alaric's face turned even paler. He quickly covered my mouth, his expression grave. "Melody, if I die, that's my fate. You can't sacrifice your life to save mine."


Yet three years later, Alaric said, "I want to see if your lies can hold up until the moment of death."


As night deepened, the seawater gradually rose past our knees, then submerged our chests.


Standing at a distance, Alaric visibly grew anxious. Seeing me still sitting motionless in the wheelchair, he shouted, "Melody, do you have to make such a spectacle?"


The only response was the sound of crashing waves.


Someone in the crowd, unable to bear it any longer, urged him to pull me back. Others, even more concerned, started walking towards me, intending to save me.


His eyes flickered, about to relent, but upon seeing my still-wooden expression, he flew into a rage. "Anyone who dares to save her will be an enemy of the Harrington family!"


At this, those who had made it halfway turned back.


By now, the seawater was almost covering my nose and mouth.


And the wheelchair, stuck in the sand, wouldn't budge an inch no matter how hard I tried to move it.I couldn't bring myself to escape using my amputated limbs and hands in front of so many people.


Confusion and concern flashed in Alaric's eyes before he finally cursed under his breath and walked toward me.


From a distance, a bodyguard urgently called out, "Mr. Harrington, it looks like Ms. Winters is having her period!"


Alaric visibly panicked and immediately followed the bodyguard.


He completely forgot about me in the water.


At this point, I was nearly suffocating.


I tried to swim toward the shore, but without my legs, I found myself unable to move an inch in the seawater.


Meanwhile, Alaric's figure grew more and more distant.


Alaric rushed over, finding Scarlett lying peacefully on the bed.


It was then that he realized Scarlett's clumsy attempt to gain his attention.


The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. He stood up to leave but was grabbed by the now awake Scarlett.


Alaric frowned, observing her deliberate act. "What about the baby? Don't you know?"


He felt somewhat uneasy, but Scarlett clung to him desperately.


He had no choice but to instruct the bodyguard to check on my situation first.


Meanwhile, Scarlett continued to whimper in his arms.Until the bodyguard called, he suddenly pushed Scarlett away, "Mr. Harrington, madam is missing! And River Carlisle suddenly announced they'll never cooperate with the Harrington family! This deal is off!"


Chapter 5