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Betrayed Ballerina: A Love Lost

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1312    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

scrambled noise. I was floating in a thick, gray fog. Voices drifted

and new injuries. Significant contusion

clinical, det

that. She saved my life. M

n, raw with guilt and gratitude. It was a small point

t goes straight to voicemail. A girl is lying here, maybe crippled for lif

. Detective Rodriguez. He s

hem I was okay. But my body was a leaden wei

as a joke. I didn' t expect David or Ethan to be here. Why would they be? Their grand plan had been ruined, and I was the

ttle clearer. The gray fog was thinning. I could feel the stiff, starchy sheets of a hospi

ocus. Mr. Harrison was sitting in a chair beside my bed, his face etched with w

leaning forward. His voice w

nt sent a dizzying wave through my head. I

to you." He shook his head, his eyes glistening. "Y

," I wh

loud. Ethan and Lily trailed behind him. Lily had her arm linked through Ethan' s, her face

at me. His furious gaze

orning. They' re saying there was an attack. That Sarah caused some kind of scen

to cold fury. "Your sister is lying in a hospital bed. She may nev

years. That' s not the point. The point is, Lily' s debut is tonight! This is the most import

h my chest. Even after everything, after all this time

ersona firmly in place. He glanced at my chart a

yes, when they met mine, were cold. "Sarah, what were you thinking? Rushing into a

rah," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was so worried. When we heard yo

responsible fiancé, the brother worried about the fami

bed, helpless and alone. David hadn' t been worried about drama t

u' re good, but Lily... she' s a phenom. This just speeds up the inevitable. With you out of the way,

yal most keenly. He was the one I

ages on a screen. "The surgery is risky. The best course of action is aggressi

at I got a second opinion from an outside doctor, who told me that immediate surgery would have given me an eighty percent chance of a full recovery. Ethan' s "safe" therapy had

ooked at their faces now-David' s selfish anger, Ethan' s false conc

tching the entire exchange with a lo

p away from the window. "Your sister, your flesh and blood, just saved this man' s

on him. "And

son," Rodriguez said flatly. "And the subsequent assault on your s

ace to my pale, still one. He saw the whole, ugly picture. The years

said, his voice

David

ury. "You are not welcome here. None of you. I' m going to handle this. I will call the b

ards them, a lion

s gaze locking onto David and Ethan. "You w

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Betrayed Ballerina: A Love Lost
Betrayed Ballerina: A Love Lost
“The pain was an old, familiar ghost, living in my leg, a constant reminder of the dancer I used to be. My life had become a quiet echo of a forgotten dream, teaching kids the future I' d lost, marked by the silence of a world without applause. Then, the Grand Metropolitan Ballet called. Not a friend, not a bill collector. It was a frantic stage manager reporting an accident, a fallen lighting rig, and my mentor, Mr. Harrison, in bad shape. They said it looked really bad. My mind raced. Mr. Harrison, the man who shaped me, who was more a father than my own, lay broken. A cold dread, colder than the ache in my leg, crept up my spine. "David? And Lily?" I asked, my words numb. My ambitious brother and my sweet, charming adopted sister, the new prodigy-the girl who effortlessly took everything that was once mine. They were together, busy preparing for Lily' s debut, while Mr. Harrison lay critically injured. Not dread, but a sickening memory rose-the same crippling injury, the same cold indifference from my family. I remembered David telling me Lily would take my Swan Lake role, casually, for the good of the company. I remembered Ethan, my brilliant ex-fiancé, saying my damage was irreversible, while a flicker of relief crossed his eyes as he looked at Lily. In that memory, I gave up, watching them soar, isolating Mr. Harrison. I died a slow death, my spirit broken, then heard of his lonely, accidental death and saw their triumphant faces on magazine covers. A sharp gasp snapped me back. This wasn' t a memory; it was a warning. The same people, the same motives, the same suspicious "accident." But this time, I wasn' t a broken, passive victim. I looked at my useless leg, at the crutches-symbols of defeat. A slow, determined fire ignited within me. No. Not again. They took my career, my future. They would not take another person I loved. "I' m on my way," I said, my voice sharp and clear. This time, I knew their game. I knew the darkness behind Lily' s smile, David' s ruthless ambition, Ethan' s moral rot. Crippled, isolated, but not helpless. I was heading to that theater, not to watch the show, but to stop it.”
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