My Boyfriend Broke My Legs Just to Help Other Girl Win the CrownChapter 1
The night before the dance competition, my boyfriend locked me in his car under the blazing summer sun—just to ensure Melinda Qualls could win the championship.
“Xandra, you’ll have plenty of chances in the future,” he said, his voice calm and unbothered. “What’s wrong with letting her have the title this time?”
Dehydrated and on the brink of collapse, I barely managed to drag myself to the venue. When I arrived, half-dead from heatstroke, the sight that greeted me was a dagger to my heart: my boyfriend dancing passionately with Melinda.
When I tried to go on stage, he stopped me—not with words, but by breaking my leg.
“Xandra,” he pleaded afterward, as if his actions could somehow be justified, “forgive me this time. I’ll make it up to you later. Melinda saved my mom’s life—I have to repay her.”
On what should have been the happiest day of my life, our wedding day, I was instead alone in a hospital room, undergoing an abortion. The moment he lifted his bride into his arms, he didn’t find me waiting. Instead, there was a small bottle containing the remains of our unborn child. Beneath it lay a note:
[A parting of the ways—may we each find our own happiness]
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“Zayn, please… don’t… don’t break my legs…”
Backstage at the competition, I trembled in fear, my body pressed into a corner as Zayn’s cold, merciless eyes bore into me.
I had fought to get here, barely surviving the torment I’d endured, only to face his wrath. His anger burned through me like fire, erasing any hope of comfort.
“Xandra,” he growled, “why don’t you ever listen to me? Do you have any idea how important this competition is to Melinda?”
Tears spilled down my cheeks as his words struck me. A genius, he called me—a genius who could win championships effortlessly. So what if I gave up this chance? What did it matter?
But he didn’t understand. This wasn’t just a competition. The winner would become the principal of the dance troupe and lead international tours. It was my lifelong dream to showcase our classical dance to the world, a dream my grandmother had cherished for me before she passed.