I had to admit, his acting skills were so good.

And I was such a fool.

I took the water, pretended to take the medicine and fell asleep.

I heard Gerard turn around and go into the study after confirming that I was asleep.

I could go into his study whenever I wanted, but I usually did not go in.

But now I heard the sounds of other mechanisms after he entered the study.

Just like the voice in my dream.

I felt a chill in my heart, realizing that it was not the voice in my dreams.

Every time I took the medicine Gerard handed me, I would fall into a deep sleep.

It was not until he left home that I got up and went into his study.

My eyes were fixed on every corner and furniture there.

Then, I froze as soon as I took my portrait away from the wall and found the mechanism behind.

He actually had an underground secret room.

Inside, there were Sarah's portraits, various reports, awards and wedding dresses and jewelry.

He even cut out Orlando from the wedding photo and put himself and Sarah together in the frame.

There was also a diary.

His love for Sarah was clearly remembered above.

It turned out that he was Sarah's childhood sweetheart.

But in the end, childhood sweetheart could not compare to husband. In order to marry Orlando, Sarah chose to trap me in a car accident.

Orlando cared most about his reputation. For the sake of a man's reputation, he would not change the wedding date for me.

Meanwhile, in order to fulfill Sarah's happiness, Gerard chose to silently protect her.

Every year on Valentine's Day, he gave her valuable gifts.

On her birthday, he even gave her bags, jewelry and villas.

Even on the day she won the dance competition, he gave her an island.

On the contrary, I received the same style of necklace every year.

He explained that it was because when we first met, I was wearing that necklace which attracted him.

I did not flip through the page any further.

How he treated the woman he loved and the woman he did not love was clearly different. But, I had been moved for the hypocrisy and imprisoned in the marriage for the past three years.

Back then, Orlando also chose Sarah and abandoned me.

I did not object to the two of them being crazy about her, but why did they want to step on me?

I opened my mobile phone and found the name that made me tremble.

I typed and sent a message. [Matthew, I regret it. Can you still pick me up and leave now?]

My mentor, Matthew Lynch, quickly replied to the message. [Of course, Nichole, I have always raised you as my daughter. You are so talented. I have always felt sorry for you.]

Just as I lowered my head to reply to the message, he came back.

Seeing me looking at my mobile phone, he frowned.

"Nichole, what are you doing? Are you watching the dance competition again?"

I lifted my head, stared closely at him and spoke slowly, "Gerard, I heard that there are experts abroad who can cure my foot injury and I still want to continue standing on stage."

Gerard hugged my arm and felt a moment of stiffness.

"Nichole, I've asked the experts about your foot injury, no one can cure it. You shouldn't think that foreign experts are good, in fact, they're all lies.”

I concealed the loss and hatred in my heart and lowered my head slightly.

"Gerard, it has been three years. Are you going to let me leave the stage completely and make way for Sarah?"

[Guys, happy Valentine's Day.]

As soon as I saw the bracelet in front of me, my heart slowly sank.

It was just a gift for the necklace. It was the genuine one for Sarah.

Gerard did not try to understand my thoughts any more. He said excitedly, "Nichole, I'll take you to a private dance party!"

I looked up at him in surprise.

Even though he built a studio for me, he did not like me to dance again, because he was afraid that my foot injury would get worse.

I only went to the studio to create and choreograph dances when inspiration stroke.

I hoped that even if I could not dance in the future, I could still teach others to dance.

Now he was actually going to take me to a dance party.

Just as I was wondering what he meant, there was a sound of a door opening.

I turned around in confusion, only to find Sarah holding the key and appearing in front of my house.

Gerard panicked and pushed me away, rushing to her in a flash.

He looked nervous and murmured. "Sarah, why are you here? Is it because the jewelry doesn't match? Or the dress doesn't fit?"

Only then did I notice that Sarah was wearing a high-end custom-made Baroque dress. Under the refraction of the light, the embroidery and jewels on the dress hurt my eyes.

And I was wearing linen pajamas, indescribably cheap and embarrassing.

Sarah tilted her head condescendingly, looked me up and down and then spoke arrogantly, "Nichole, although you can't dance anymore, you can't be so messy either. It's a disgrace to your identity as a dancer."

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails hurt my palms.

The pain supported my last bit of sanity.

"I haven't congratulated Ms. Benson yet on winning this year's dance competition."

Sarah smiled and the diamonds on her ears sparkled.

Gerard was a little at a loss and hurried over to make a promise to me.

"Nichole, I also had someone order a dress for you. As for Sarah, Orlando must have ordered custom-made dress for her. I'll go get it now."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, as if he was really worried about me.

Seeing his anxious look, I found it a little funny. Sarah's dress and jewelry were obviously prepared by him, so why is he trying to cover it up now?

Besides, jewelry and dresses were external objects. Now that my foot injury had not healed, no one could compete and threaten her position as dance champion.

Only Sarah and I were left in the living room.

My gaze turned to a corner of the living room, where another bouquet of lilies was placed.

She saw me staring at the bouquet without saying a word.

"Nichole, you are still as cowardly as ever. Since I was able to trap you and marry you into the Dempsters, I can also use your foot injury to trap you now. You will never be able to go on stage as a dancer in your life."

It turned out that she knew about my foot injury and that it was Gerard's doing?

I could not bear it any longer, so I picked up the drink at hand and splashed it on her.

But she reached out and pushed me down.

At this moment, Gerard appeared and ran straight towards her.

He scolded me with a sharp tone.

"Nichole, what are you doing?"

I fell to the ground and sprained my foot again. The severe pain left me speechless for a moment.

Then, I heard her speak softly and weakly, "Gerard, don't make things difficult for her. She was just a little jealous of me winning the dance competition and wanted to pour me Coke. But you know, I'm a dancer and this kind of drink is high in sugar ...."

Before she could finish her words, Gerard was furious.

"Nichole, why are you so disrespectful? Even if you lose your ability to dance, you should not prevent others from achieving success, right?"

I felt sad and asked, "She was talking about my foot injury. If it wasn't for her back then ...."

"That's enough!"

He slammed the table and roared.

"Please don't bring up the past, Nichole. You're just jealous."

"Someone, feed my wife ten bottles of coke and finish them all until there's not a drop left."

The bodyguards surrounded me and the sticky coke was spilled everywhere.

Gerard forgot that I never drank sugary drinks, let alone high sugar drinks like cola at home.

It was Sarah who bought them.

He would only trust her unconditionally and I was the one who was abandoned.

The three-year relationship began with the deception of lies and ended with the accumulation of disappointment.

It was not until dusk that Gerard hurried back.

She comforted me distressedly, "I know you are sad and disappointed, but Sarah is already a top dancer. If you want to enter the domestic dance industry in the future, you must not offend her."

"Don't cry, how about you change into a new dress and go watch the dance with me."

I thought he was apologizing and asked the nanny to change my clothes and put on my makeup.

When he brought me to the venue, I realized that I still underestimated his shamelessness.

Because the protagonist of the dance party was Sarah.

As Sarah danced, the audience below burst into ecstatic praise.

"As expected of the champion of this year's dance competition, Ms. Benson's newly created dance is very charming."

Gerard also stared at the beautiful figure on the stage with sparkling eyes.

But I fell into deep suspicion.

Sarah's "Transformation into a Butterfly" movement was very similar to the "The Enchantment of Autumn" movement I created.

The more I watched it, the more familiar it became. Sarah threw a contemptuous smile at me.

With that, I finally confirmed that it was my dance, which was stolen by Gerard and given to Sarah.

It was because Gerard was the one who built the dance studio dan he was also the one and only audience.

As soon as the performance was over, I rushed to the backstage to question Sarah.

"You're a thief, you stole my idea!"

She calmly waved away my hand and sneered.

"Yours? Who would believe that a disabled person could create a dance choreography? Even if you were the most talented one back then, so what? In the end, it's me, Sarah Benson, who's standing on the highest podium."

I started dialing the dance association's reporting hotline.

But someone reached out and snatched my phone away, then said casually, "Nichole, even though you created this dance choreography, you can't finish it. Why don't you give it to Sarah? She is also helping you fulfill your dream!"

"She will find a position as a class mentor for you later, which is also worthy of you."

I let out a cold grunt as I looked at the phone taken away.

"So, plagiarism can be justified in such a high-sounding way? So, this is the popular way to repay a favor in your circle?"

I snatched my phone back and insisted on reporting it.

Unfortunately, Sarah's bodyguards grasped my hands and Gerard only had eyes for Sarah at this time.

"Gerard, Nichole stepped on my foot just now. My foot is in pain. I'll still be able to dance again, won't I?" she said weakly.

Gerard's eyes were full of nervousness and responded, "No, Sarah, I won't let anything happen to you. I will mobilize all the experts in the city to check your foot."

He turned his head and looked at me who was tied up. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes and then he made up his mind and said, "Nichole, please calm down and wait for me here. I'll come to pick you up later."

He held Sarah and left.

I, on the other hand, was tied to a pillar backstage until everyone left and the lights around me were dimmed.

One hour.

Two hours.

Until ten hours had passed in the blink of an eye, but no one came to save me.

I was trapped in endless darkness for the middle of the night.

A few moments later, I heard footsteps in the darkness and looked up at who was coming.

It turned out to be a homeless man.

I was a bit scared.

But too bad, the rope tied me up and I had nowhere to escape.

Seeing the other person grinning, revealing his yellow teeth and stinky breath, my hatred for Gerard and Sarah had reached its peak.

I struggled hard and shouted in anger.

But I still watched him start to unbutton his pants ....

Meanwhile, the bastard husband had been comforting and taking care of another man's wife in the hospital.

The assistant and bodyguard barged in.

"Bad news! Ms. Palmer has discovered the secret behind her foot injury!"

"Another bad news! A large number of homeless people have entered the venue!"