“Fiona, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you…”

Gabriella looked like she had been mistreated.

Joe immediately rushed forward and pulled Gabriella into his arms. “Are you alright?”

Then, he glared at me. “Fiona, why are you doing this? Gabriella has a performance later tonight. What if she hurts her legs? Don’t you know how important legs are to a ballet dancer?”

‘Don’t you know how important legs are to a ballet dancer?’ I felt my blood turn cold as those words rang in my mind.

Were my legs less important than Gabriella’s?

“I didn’t do anything.”

I struggled to stand up to explain myself.

Gabriella was on the verge of tears. “It’s all my fault. I invited Fiona to my performance just now. Maybe I triggered her…”

Joe frowned and glanced at me. “You… disappoint me.”

“I really didn’t do anything!” I instinctively grabbed Joe’s sleeve, but he pushed me aside.

I stumbled and fell to the floor. My right prosthetic leg came off from the impact.

“Ahh! That’s so scary!”

“Her right leg is fake! No wonder she’s in a wheelchair!”

“She’s so pretty. What a shame she’s a cripple and evil too!”

Everyone pointed at me accusingly, but Joe was not paying attention at all.

He carried Gabriella in his arms and placed her on the hospital bed, so he could carefully examine her supposed injuries.

He did not even spare me a glance.

I was left alone outside his office. I felt very upset as I struggled to get up on my own.

Finally, a nurse, who was passing by, helped me up and put my prosthetic back on.

Joe was not even faking it anymore.

The supposed love that was only for me in the past five years had vanished.

After I got home, I started to pack my things.

I packed all the things that reminded me of Joe and left them in the trash.

I removed and tore the wedding photo that had previously hung in our living room.

It was evening when I received a text message from Joe.

[Fiona, it was my fault today. I’m sorry. I have work tonight, so I can’t have dinner with you. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.]

‘Work?’ I sneered.

I bet he was attending Gabriella’s performance.

I did not reply. Instead, I signed the divorce papers.

I took out the photocopies of my records that I had gotten from the hospital that day. Every one of them detailed the fact that I had only suffered a minor fracture in my right leg five years ago. If it had been treated correctly, I would not even have had any long-term side effects.

It definitely did not require an amputation.

I sent these photocopied documents and the divorce papers to Joe’s hospital.

With my luggage in tow, I left the house that I lived in for five years.

When I landed in a foreign country, I received a confirmation of my identity revocation.

...

Joe had just reached his office.

He did not return home after watching the performance and attending the after-party. He had to figure out an explanation for Fiona.

He had already bought a gift and made a reservation at a restaurant for their fifth wedding anniversary.

Joe thought that Fiona was very easily comforted. He would apologize to her at night, and she would no longer be mad at him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. A nurse passed him a file.