Chapter 1

It was a Latin ballroom aerial spin, and my husband, my dance partner, didn't catch me.

I fell to the floor, leaving me completely paralyzed.

Noah frantically slapped himself, claiming it was an accident, swearing he'd care for me for life.

He tearfully claimed financial strain forced him to stop paying my medical bills, only to turn around and buy his ex-girlfriend a custom-made haute couture dance outfit.

I lost the critical window for treatment and would be bedridden for life.

I grieved for my broken body, when I accidentally overheard him on a call with his buddy:

“Are you being too cruel to Aria?! You deliberately didn't catch her just so Skylar could win the championship.”

Noah was silent for a long moment. “I've wronged Aria, but I'll take responsibility for her until the end! Even though she's lost her legs and her dream, she has my complete love!”

Staring at my life, a dark abyss, I slit my wrists.

As my blood splattered, Noah, with red eyes, claimed he regretted it.