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Back to Dance, Back to Life

On my wedding day, my fiancée dumped me right at the altar, then walked down the aisle hand in hand with my best friend. Heart shattered and mind blank, I stumbled out of the hall, only to get hit by a car moments later. When I woke up, I was paralyzed. My dream of becoming a dancer vanished overnight. In my darkest moment, when I was about to throw myself into the river, it was my friend’s aunt, Seraphina Montague, who pulled me back. She then announced to the world that she loved me and even held a grand wedding, making me her husband. But on our third anniversary, I overheard her talking to her assistant. “Same routine as before,” she said coldly. “Tell the doctor to switch his medicine to vitamins. And cancel the rehab sessions, find an excuse.” The assistant hesitated. “But, Ma'am, the doctor said if we keep delaying his treatment, he might never walk again.” Then came a pause, and something that froze my blood. “You’ve already achieved what you wanted for Mr. Montague,” the assistant said quietly. “You had someone run Mr. Chandler over on purpose, just so he couldn’t dance again. Now that Mr. Montague’s the lead dancer and his wife’s family adores him, do you still need to keep Mr. Chandler crippled?” “Stop talking nonsense,” Seraphina snapped. “If he can’t stand, then he can’t stand. It’s not like I can’t afford to take care of him for the rest of his life.” Then her tone softened—sorrowful, almost wistful. “If society says I can’t be with Christian, then I’ll protect him from afar. I’ll make sure nothing ever threatens his happiness.”