Chapter 2
A face mask was tossed my way. “Cover her mouth. Stop her
screaming.”
With my wrists pinned, my leg throbbing, and my mouth tightly covered, all I could do was cry.
I watched helplessly as Ethan took my phone, logged into my
account, and posted an apology in my name.
“I’ve changed your password. Only I can access it now. Behave yourself, and stop causing trouble.”
When he finally glanced up, he froze, clearly startled by my
tear–streaked face.
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He waved off the bodyguard, scolding him, “Did you have to be
so rough?”
Then he stepped closer, gently rubbing my wrist. “Does it hurt? If you’d just listened earlier, none of this would’ve happened.”
I snatched my phone back, my hands trembling as I opened Space X.
Clara: [I apologize for my comments on Crimson Ballet Company’s page. I am not married to Mr. Ethan Ward. As a fan, I let my admiration for him get the better of me. I also apologize to Ms. Amber Vaughn and Mr. Ethan Ward for the trouble I caused.1
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[@Clara, have you no shame?]
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[@Clara, oh my God, your thirst to be a mistress is spilling off the
screen.]
[@Clara, people like you are a disgrace to dancers. Get out of the industry already!]
Ethan grabbed the phone from my hands again. “Stop reading the
comments.”
“Is this the outcome you wanted?” I asked quietly, my voice barely
audible.
He turned away. “People online forget things quickly. I’ll have
someone redirect the narrative later. Just stay off your phone for a
while.”
I shook my head slowly, my vision blurring.
“You’ve ruined me.”
I couldn’t see his face clearly, but his tone grew irritable.
“I already said I’d fix it. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? If you hadn’t started all this drama, would we even be here?”
He continued, “You should be grateful I’m even cleaning up your
mess. If I’ve put you in the spotlight, it’s only because you brought
this on yourself!”
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My ears buzzed, drowning out his voice as bitter laughter escaped my lips.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
He let out a low chuckle, his tone indulgent and dismissive.
“You’re just venting. It’s fine–I’ll let you.”
He was so sure I’d never leave him, framing his condescension as
magnanimity.
As Ethan’s laughter echoed, I found a strange calm washing over
- me.
Just then, the doctor called my name from down the hall. “Clara
Bennett? Come get your test results.”
Ethan froze and then hurried after me. “What test results?”
“Ethan,” a soft voice interrupted from behind. “Why are you taking
so long?”
Ethan turned, his expression instantly softening as he walked
toward Amber, who stood at the hospital room door.
“Why did you get out of bed? Go back and rest.”
Dragging my numb, aching leg, I walked in the opposite direction.
Every step felt like walking on shattered glass, each one cutting deeper.
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The doctor informed me I’d need a month of complete rest–or I’d
never dance again.
I took a cab back to my cold, empty apartment.
Because our marriage was a secret, Ethan and I maintained
separate residences. He had deliberately chosen the apartment
above mine.
On the first night we moved in, he’d pinned me against the wall
and kissed me.
“This way, I can sneak into your bed every night,” he’d said.
I once thought it was just a playful quirk of his serious demeanor.
But now I knew–the thrill of sneaking around wasn’t a game. Cheating was his true nature.
He’d grown bored of me and fallen for Amber instead.
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