The advertising executive suggested shooting at the snowy mountain peak in Alaska. I followed along, only to encounter an avalanche that cost me both my legs. My fiancée rushed to the hospital, but when I was asleep, she kissed another man’s lips by my bedside. “Adam, you scared me to death. Thank God it was Noah who lost his legs.” “Now that he’s lost his legs, how can he dance and flirt with others anymore!” The man was none other than Adam, the advertising executive who had proposed the mountain shoot. He held Sophia tightly, indulging in passionate embraces. “Silly, how could I bear to leave you? If anyone should go, it should be Noah… Why didn’t that avalanche take his life?” I lay in bed, silently shedding tears. Once upon a time, Sophia had pulled me out of the darkness, a beacon of hope in my bleak world. Yet this decade-long bond crumbled like a roadblock in the face of “true love.” If that’s how it is, why should I cling to her? But when it came time to part ways, Sophia’s eyes welled up with tears, begging me to return to her side. #
Sophia burst through the door just as the nurse was cleaning my wound. Seeing my empty pant legs, she froze, tears streaming down her face. Still unable to accept the loss of my legs, I worried about her distress and forced a smile, saying, “Sophia, I’m fine. Don’t cry.” How could I be fine? A dancer can lose anything but a pair of healthy legs. Sophia rushed over and hugged my waist tightly, her voice trembling as she comforted me. “Noah, from now on, I’ll take care of you. It doesn’t matter if you can’t dance anymore.” Her words brought tears to my eyes as I slowly realized the chain reaction of losing my legs. Unable to perform on stage, losing my source of income and skills to maintain a living, gradually becoming marginalized in society… My eyes stung with tears, “I’m sorry I can’t give you a perfect wedding now.” Sophia gently kissed away my tears, “As long as we love each other, what does a wedding matter?” Her loving gaze was like a healing medicine, allowing me to see a glimmer of hope in my desperate situation. “Noah, your fiancée is so good to you,” the man in the other hospital bed praised enviously. Before I could respond, his words suddenly turned sharp, “It’s just a pity that she’ll have to spend the rest of her life with a cripple.” I clenched my fists tightly, my heart feeling as if it had been stabbed by a thousand needles. The usually gentle Sophia’s face darkened as she scolded, “Enough! I don’t find it difficult, why are you worrying for me? Who are you to meddle in our affairs!” Other members of the production team couldn’t stand by silently either, criticizing him, “Yeah, if it weren’t for you insisting on shooting in a dangerous area and making so much noise, would there have been an avalanche?!” Adam lowered his head guiltily, his tall frame curling up in pain. “I’m sorry, I was too obsessed with perfection, which led to Mr. Lin getting hurt…” “If I could, I’d give him my legs!” Sophia sneered, “It’s too late for that now. Noah’s legs are ruined! He can never dance again!” Although I knew Sophia was standing up for me, their dialogue felt like a sharp blade, cutting deep into my heart. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my throat, I held Sophia’s trembling hand and said, “That’s enough, Sophia. I want to rest now.” Sophia always wore a gentle smile when facing me. She tucked me in, and the world finally fell silent. After receiving painkillers, my thoughts remained hazy and confused. I couldn’t sleep, but at least Sophia was by my side. Thankfully, she would stay with me. With her companionship, the rest of my life wouldn’t be too bitter. I closed my eyes heavily, and soon after, the warmth beside me gradually dissipated. I suddenly woke up, about to call out, when Sophia’s voice broke the silence of the hospital room. “Hey, are you really angry?” The next second, Adam’s voice hit my eardrums: “Who am I? You know very well, baby.” In the reflection of the window, I witnessed a shocking and heartbreaking scene. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Sophia clung to the man’s neck and kissed him forcefully. Their lips and teeth intertwined, making intimate sounds as she gasped for air and begged. “I’m sorry, I spoke too harshly.” “But if I didn’t say that, Noah would’ve become suspicious. He’s a cripple now without his legs. What if he does something bad to you? I’d be worried sick.” Adam bit Sophia’s lips hard and sneered, “He’s lucky the avalanche didn’t kill him.” I gripped the bedsheet tightly. In that second, the pain of being buried by ice and snow magnified a thousandfold and washed over me. Was I really not dreaming? This was all… too unreal. #
Sophia gazed at Adam with deep affection and tenderness. Once upon a time, she had looked at me the same way and said, “Noah, I want to marry you.” At seventeen, I was always cooped up in the dance studio, training. Winning awards time after time, I was the envy of many, but it also brought a lot of criticism. Rumors spread around school that I liked men. The school bullies cornered me in an alley, beating me up and taking compromising photos to post on the school forum. No one dared to approach me, except for Sophia. She had grown up an orphan, fortunately raised by my mother. Facing the bullies’ abuse, she shielded me behind her back, “I’ve already told the teacher. You’d better run away quickly!” The street corner was dark, but I could clearly see her bright eyes. “Noah, don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side.” At seventeen, Sophia confessed her love to me. Eight years later, she was straddling another man, begging for his affection, wishing I were dead. The pain seeped into my bones, and I couldn’t help but curl up. Adam suddenly glanced at me, “Is Noah awake?” Sophia, dissatisfied with his sudden stop, coquettishly initiated another kiss, “So what if he’s awake? He’s lost his legs. It’s not like he can jump up and kick your knees.” Sharp sarcasm, passionate gasps. Every word and sound hammered into my heart. I had lost my legs, unable to escape, forced to watch them indulge in their affair, powerless. I closed my eyes in anguish, tears silently flowing all night. The procedures for returning home were quickly arranged, and Sophia supported me as we boarded the plane. She struggled to hold my arm, and passersby looked on with pity. Those glances were sympathetic when they fell on her, but mocking when they landed on me. How could such a cripple deserve Sophia’s devotion? Adam stepped forward, “Let me carry him. Consider it my atonement.” Sophia gave him a grateful smile, and I was forced to climb onto Adam’s shoulders. The familiar floral scent lingered on his white shirt – it was Sophia’s favorite perfume. The last shred of love dissipated in this foreign land. After boarding, Sophia covered me with a blanket. I turned to look at her, expressionless. I gazed at the face that had once fiercely protected me, the face I had embraced countless nights. But when I closed my eyes, all I could see were images of her passionately kissing Adam. It made me incredibly sick. “Sophia, why don’t we separate? I’ll only hold you back like this.” Sophia froze, tears suddenly flooding her eyes, “Noah, I’d rather die than hear you say such things!” I had given her a chance for a dignified separation, but she still chose to deceive me. I smiled and slowly shook my head, “Forget it. I was just joking.” During the eighteen-hour long-haul flight, everyone in the team fell asleep. I looked at Sophia’s peaceful sleeping face and, on a whim, took her phone. The password was still our anniversary date, but her phone had a dual system installed. I had known about this for a long time; Sophia had told me it was for work convenience, and I hadn’t thought much of it. Until now, when I opened the other desktop, I saw intimate selfies of her and Adam. Their dating records occupied the photo album. When I was performing on stage, they were having candlelit dinners; When I was giving an award acceptance speech thanking her for her support, she and Adam had flown to Sanya for a vacation… Even on the day I fell from the rising platform, she was by Adam’s side as he battled a fever. Only I, foolishly, was trapped in this love snare. It was truly laughable. #
In just half a month, everything had changed. Returning to the marital home Sophia and I shared, I was surrounded by memories of past happiness and sweetness, now all tinged with mockery. Two years ago, I had gained internet fame through a dance competition show, but with my ordinary looks, I hadn’t attracted much attention. Every day, apart from dancing in competitions, I would guest star in various productions. News of my amputation was leaked online by someone, immediately drawing a wave of sympathy. [So tragic, I still remember his performance of “Endless Longing” – it was otherworldly!] [Don’t be too sad, little brother… We’ll continue to support you.] The trending topic, which should have been quickly forgotten, was pushed further by someone behind the scenes. Using the hook of a talented dancer’s fall from grace, they directed traffic towards the recently shot commercial. With trembling fingers, I clicked on the video. The raging ice and snow engulfed me like a ravenous beast. The pain of that moment made my whole body shake. Sophia snatched my phone away, “This is too much! I’m going to confront him about this!” She stormed into the bedroom with an indignant face, “What Adam’s doing is nothing but profiting from someone else’s misfortune!” I desperately held back the nausea rising inside me and quietly maneuvered my wheelchair to the doorway. Sophia was coyly chatting with Adam, “Are you home yet? Ugh, that cripple can’t leave my side. I finally found a chance to call you.” Adam laughed and asked, “Does that cripple have any more misfortunes? Tell me quickly so I can post it online for more attention.” Sophia gleefully shared the darkest moments of my past suffering. “He was apparently assaulted by school bullies before. I saw his pants being pulled down outside, and they took so many private photos. The picture of him tied up with ribbons went viral on our school forum. It was hilarious.” “If it weren’t for his mom leaving all her inheritance to him, would I need to stick by his side?” I forced myself to stay calm, but my fingertips gripping the wheelchair had turned white. They talked on the phone for half an hour. I waited silently by the window. Sophia put on her fake expression again and came over to hold my hand, “That Adam is too much. I told him to take down the trending topic, but he refused.” I looked into her eyes and smiled bitterly, “But you two seemed to be having a good time chatting.” Sophia’s face instantly turned wooden, “You eavesdropped on our conversation?!” In the ten years we’d been together, I had never lied to her, and this time was no exception. Sophia, however, showed no nervousness. Instead, she laughed lightly. “This is good too. You would have found out sooner or later.” She gently caressed my cheek, her eyes filled with both love and hatred, “But Noah, you can only stay by my side for the rest of your life.” She lifted the blanket covering my body, looking scornfully at my disability. “Besides me, who else would be willing to waste their time on a cripple like you!” The woman before me seemed to have split into two faces. Each face was a stranger to me. #
Adam collected the tragic stories about me from high school and posted them online under the guise of a “high school classmate.” The hashtag #TalentedDancerBulliedInHighSchool stayed on the trending list for two whole days, and meanwhile, my Weibo followers increased by a million. Do people only get attention when they’re pitiful enough? These days, Sophia received many invitations from brands. She eagerly accepted them all, taking me to countless company meetings. “Can you show the injury? It would be more eye-catching that way.” “Mr. Lin, please try to look more in pain.” After experiencing the amputation of both legs and the betrayal of my love, my emotions had already become numb. After finishing a commercial shoot, Sophia went to collect the payment, excited. The photographer from earlier came over and asked me, “Were you really assaulted by a man?” He stared at my lower body with a lecherous gaze. I quickly moved my wheelchair away, but he reached out and followed closely, “Why are you running? Now, with just one word from me, your wife would be more than happy to send you to my bed!” I knew artists could be eccentric, but I didn’t expect him to be so blatant. “Don’t touch me, get away!” The photographer’s expression turned vicious as he grabbed my collar and threw me to the ground, “You crippled freak, I’m doing you a favor by taking an interest in you!” I crawled on the ground like an insect at his feet. Without my legs, I had no right to stand up. He left, cursing. I struggled to support myself on the floor, trying to get up. At that moment, a pair of long legs came into view. Adam looked down at me from above, “If I were you, I would have jumped off a building long ago.” I ignored him, finally managing to reach for my wheelchair to stand up. Adam suddenly kicked the wheelchair hard. “Sorry, my foot slipped.” Without support, I fell heavily to the ground again. I had no strength left and could only lie there. At that moment, I wished I had died in that avalanche. Sophia returned happily with the payment, and seeing my pitiful state, she gently helped me back into the wheelchair. She carefully adjusted my collar, “Oh my, I was only gone for a few minutes!” Passersby praised her for her attentiveness. But when no one was around, Sophia’s smile turned vicious and poisonous. “Adam, if you hurt him, what are we going to use to make money?” A wave of nausea rose in my throat, and I couldn’t help but retch. Sophia put me in the car and then wrapped her arms around Adam’s, ready for their date. Watching their retreating figures, my desire for death suddenly vanished. Enjoying yourselves with the money I earned? If I were gone, what would you do? I calmly took out my phone and called my lawyer friend, “Mr. Johnson, I need a certificate for the assets of the studio, and a notarization of my mother’s inheritance. Please help me handle this.” As my fame grew, I didn’t sign with a management company but hired a few people to run a small studio. Sophia was a nominal employee. Once the assets were certified, she wouldn’t get a penny. I took the opportunity to overhaul the studio staff, firing Sophia’s confidants. She hadn’t heard the news yet, probably busy enjoying herself with Adam. Soon, Mr. Johnson had the paperwork ready. When I maneuvered my wheelchair into the office, Sophia was sitting disheveled on the desk. Adam lifted his face from her chest and gave me a challenging smile, “Oh, here comes our cash cow.” Sophia asked what I was doing here. I silently took out the agreement, “Sign it.” She hooked her arms around Adam’s neck and planted a kiss, “Look how eager he is, can’t wait to marry me.” Indeed, six months ago, Noah couldn’t wait to marry her and bring her home. But now, things had come to this point. The deep love was a lie. Better to make a clean break and part ways amicably. Sophia picked up the agreement and flipped it open to read. Then she looked up in disbelief, “What do you mean by this?!” “Let’s separate, Sophia.” “I’ll give you a portion of the assets from these years. Let’s not see each other again in the future.”
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