Her Night Dance
Chapter 1
As the tour approached, the company abruptly revoked my lead dancer status.
Desperate to get answers, I rushed to confront them. Distracted and flustered, I missed a step and tumbled down the stairs.
While wincing in pain and about to dial 911, a notification popped up on my screen.
[Crimson Ballet Company: The new lead dancer @Amber Vaughn and the amazing sponsor @Ethan Ward.]
Two smiling faces stared back at me from the photo–my husband of seven secret years and his pampered mistress.
Ethan’s arm was wrapped around Amber’s waist as he kissed her
cheek.
Amber clung to Ethan’s neck, her face glowing with bashful pride.
Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I posted a photo of our marriage certificate in the comment section.
Clara: [Is your new ballet production about shameless
mistresses?]
Ethan’s call came through within minutes.
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I sniffled, trying to keep my volce steady. “What gives you the right to take my lead role and hand it to her?”
He hesitated. “Wait… Are you at Crimson Ballet Company?”
There was a brief pause before he continued, his tone turning
casual, almost dismissive.
“Amber wanted the lead in this tour as a birthday gift. I didn’t
know the role was yours. Just go online and say the marriage
certificate is fake.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
2/5
He didn’t even know where I worked but somehow remembered
Amber’s birthday wish.
“And why should I fake a marriage certificate?”
Ethan’s voice was calm, as if explaining something obvious. “You
could say you’re a fan of mine.”
“A fan? That’s how you see me?”
He let out a long sigh. “Clara, we’ve been married for seven years. We’re practically an old married couple. Amber’s young–there’s
no need to start drama with her.”
Old? Did he forget that I married him before I even graduated
college? That despite our seven years together, I was only a year
older than Amber?
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“Ethan, I fell down the stairs. My leg hurts.”
“All I’m asking is for you to apologize and clarify things. It’s not
that hard.”
His tone carried disappointment.
“When did you turn into such a liar?”
Tears, warm and thick, mixed with the blood dripping onto my
hand.
3/5
I covered my mouth and ended the call.
When his number flashed on my screen again, I immediately set it
to silent.
I called 911 myself. When the paramedics arrived, they asked if I
had any family to accompany me.
“No,” I replied, staring blankly at the ceiling. “They’re all gone.”
Halfway to the hospital, Ethan texted me.
Ethan: [Amber fainted because of you. Get to the hospital,
apologize to her in person, and bring a suitable gift. There’ll be
reporters there.]
Ethan: [It may be embarrassing, but you started this mess.]
“With trembling fingers, I typed back.
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Clara: [In your dreams.]”
4/5
I shut off my phone and retreated into the silence of my thoughts.
While waiting for my X–ray results in the hospital corridor, a
familiar voice caught my attention.
“Dr. Lee, I’m Amber’s boyfriend. Let me know if there’s anything
she needs.”
I looked up and met Ethan’s gaze.
His steps faltered for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. Acting as if I were a stranger, he continued chatting with Michael
Lee, walking right past me.
The faint citrus scent of his cologne hit me, and my stomach
churned.
I wanted to escape, but Ethan turned back.
He seemed rushed, his face filled with irritation when he saw I
hadn’t left.
“Have you come to your senses?”
“Like I said, in your dreams.” I pushed past him, limping in the
opposite direction.
I could feel his eyes on my injured leg, his gaze growing colder.
“Are you seriously playing the pity card to avoid apologizing?”
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I didn’t respond, desperate to escape the corridor filled with Amber’s cloying perfume.
But a strong hand grabbed my shoulder, yanking me back.
5/5
I stumbled, nearly losing my balance, as sharp pain shot through
my leg.
“Ah!” I cried out, unable to hold back.
Ethan’s brow furrowed as his expression darkened. “You’re really disappointing me.”
With practiced ease, he reached into my pocket and took my
phone.
“Give it back!”
I lunged for it, but Ethan shoved me away impatiently.
“Marcus, hold her.”
The bodyguard Marcus Shaw pinned me effortlessly, his grip leaving me powerless.
“Ethan Ward!”
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