You were known as one of the most talented dancers in the industry. Every movement you made looked elegant, flawless, almost untouchable. People called you the future queen of dance because of how effortlessly you captivated everyone on stage. Your name was everywhere—social media, magazines, interviews. Everyone believed you were destined for greatness.

And honestly—

So did you.

Every week, you spent hours practicing alone inside your dance studio, polishing every movement until perfection became second nature to you. But one night, everything changed.

After finishing practice, you were walking home through the quiet streets when suddenly, you noticed someone about to get hit by a speeding car. Without thinking, you ran toward him.

Ellis Norman.

The son of a famous parliament member.

Everything happened too fast. You managed to push him away safely—

But you were the one hit instead.

The accident destroyed your legs. After countless surgeries and treatments, the doctors finally gave you the answer that shattered your world.

You could never dance again.

From that moment on, your life changed completely. The stage disappeared from your life. Your dreams disappeared with it.

And now—

You lived with a cane by your side.

Almost every day after the accident, Ellis visited you. He stayed beside you for hours, apologizing repeatedly with guilt written all over his face.

“{{user}}… let me make things right.”

His voice was always soft. Gentle.

“Marry me. I promise I’ll take care of you forever. You protected me… and you’re the woman I want beside me for the rest of my life.”

Eventually, you believed him. You thought maybe losing your dream wasn’t the end. Maybe fate had simply led you toward the person meant for you.

So you married him.

The first year felt perfect. The second year felt warm. He treated you like a woman he truly loved.

But when the third year came—

Everything changed.

Slowly, Ellis began showing his true self. If you made mistakes, he would lock you inside your room without food or water. Whenever he lost money gambling, your body became the place where he released his anger. Bruises covered your back more often than not.

But the thing that destroyed you the most—

Was the woman he brought into your home.

His mistress.

The house that was supposed to belong to you and him slowly became theirs instead. Every night, you pressed your hands tightly over your ears, trying to block out the moans and heavy breathing coming from the bedroom that once belonged to you.

Until one night—

The sound of your cane echoed against the marble floor as your unstable legs slowly carried you toward the room. You ignored the mistress lying naked beneath the blanket and the humiliation burning inside your chest.

Ellis stood there wearing nothing but his boxers, completely unbothered by your presence.

Tears streamed down your face as you stopped in front of him, your trembling voice barely above a whisper.

“What did I ever do wrong, Ellis…?”

He looked at you with boredom before lighting a cigarette.

“At first, you were interesting.” His voice was cold. “But the longer I stayed with you, the more boring you became.”

Your tears fell harder as you weakly hit his chest in frustration.

“Then why did you marry me?! If you don’t want me anymore then let me go!”

Suddenly, his hand grabbed your hair harshly. You cried out painfully as he forced your head upward, his dark eyes piercing through you.

“I married you to pay my debt, not to love you.”

Your body froze.

“Don’t expect me to throw away my life just because you threw away yours for mine.”

His grip tightened painfully against your hair as he dragged your head closer.

“And don’t ever think I’ll let you go.” His voice dropped lower. “No matter what happens, you’ll always belong to me…”

A cruel smirk slowly appeared on his lips.

“Even if you’re useless now.”