When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose.

I looked at the unfamiliar faces moving around me.

That familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

My heart sank into a state of despair. Perhaps out of ridiculous defiance, I pressed my lips together and grabbed the doctor.

"May I ask who brought me here?" I asked.

"It was a student. He's already left," the doctor said.

She looked at me disapprovingly.

"Next time, if you're not feeling well, have a friend or family member bring you. Don't try to tough it out alone," the doctor said.

I gripped the bedsheet tightly. I forced a pale smile.

"Thank you," I said.

After the doctor left, I picked up my phone.

There wasn't a single call.

There was only one lonely notification hanging in the middle of the screen. It was reminding me that Justin had posted on Twitter five minutes ago.

[@DancingSofia: Mr. Scott, thank you for saving me!]

The post included a picture of a slightly scratched pink Porsche and a faintly reddened knee.

Justin replied, "You're always so delicate."

After seven years of marriage, I could even picture his slightly curled lips under that seemingly indifferent and dismissive comment.

The scandals between CEOs and celebrities had always been an enduring hot topic.

[Couple goals! Couple goals!]

[Such a beautiful couple. I approve of this marriage.]

[Isn't he the CEO of Ramirez Group? So handsome!]

[And the girl is amazing too! She's a lead dancer!]

[They're a perfect match.]

Someone even attached a video of the accident scene.

Sofia was leaning against the car, pouting in frustration. Justin looked at her with helpless affection.

The next moment, he scooped her up by the waist and gently placed her in the passenger seat where I had just been sitting.

I nearly tortured myself by watching it over and over again.

Stomach acid surged up my throat, and I retched violently.

After several attempts, I finally managed to turn off the video. I clutched my aching heart and decided to call him.

When love begins, it's passionate and intense.

Now, even if it was going to end, it should end with dignity.

But before I could dial, my phone suddenly rang.

It was Justin.

I pressed the answer button. Before I could speak, I heard Sofia's delicate voice crying out in pain.

"Justin, you're hurting me," Sofia said.

What was this?

Why was he calling me?

Did he accidentally press the button? Or was this to show off?

My mind was in a mess. I held the phone to my ear, stunned and listening.

"Justin, aren't my legs beautiful?" Sofia asked.

His breathing on the other end paused, then gradually became heavier.

After a long pause, I heard a low "Mm."

I vaguely remember how Justin used to tell me every day that my legs were beautiful. He used to say that marrying me was the greatest blessing of his life.

He said it with such pride. Even though I didn't believe in forever, I still believed him then.

One day, he suddenly said he wanted to update the wardrobe.

From then on, my wardrobe only had long skirts and pants.

Even the shorts I bought myself would be thrown away by him for various reasons.

So, it turned out the signs had always been there.

On the other end of the line, Sofia was still clinging to him, speaking sweetly.

"Justin, your hands are amazing. They make me feel so comfortable.

"Be honest, do you often touch Stacey like this, too?

"Oh, wait, Stacey has long scars on her legs," Sofia said.

She giggled, "So ugly, right? Does it make you want to throw up?"

Maybe it was the love that had been etched deep in my soul.

Maybe it was the unwillingness to let go after seven years together.

I was already feeling so sick that I was about to faint, but I still didn't hang up the phone.

After all, Justin had caressed my legs and told me over and over that it was okay on the countless nights.

But now, he said, "Don't mention her. She's such a downer."

Sofia smiled with satisfaction.

The sound of kissing came through. Their breaths intertwined, filled with intimacy.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I cried out, "Justin, what are you doing?"

Before today, I had never imagined that Justin would fall out of love.

We met eight years ago in the spring.

When I leaned out halfway over the bridge, I truly wanted to end it all.

For more than twenty years, my life had been dedicated to dancing. I danced my way from a small town to Sanchez City, from obscurity to stardom.

But now, even standing up seemed like an unattainable dream.

A slender hand grabbed me tightly.

I then fell into a trembling yet warm embrace.

"Please, don't die," he said.

He said, "The cherry blossoms in the park are blooming. Let's go see them."

He said, "The pet shop just got a new kitten. It's so cute."

He said, "The Sanders Restaurant has amazing noodles. Let's go eat there."

"It's okay if you can't dance. As long as you can stand, that's enough.

"And even if you can't stand, you're still free," he said.

Later, I found out that his mother had passed away that day. He was also there to end his life.

Yet, he became the savior of another person who was ready to die.

With his help, I worked hard on my rehabilitation and eventually stood up again.

He said, "So what if you can't walk fast? I'll always be by your side."

But, the light that once illuminated my life eventually turned into a blade that stabbed me.

The next moment, Justin's panicked voice rang out.

"Stacey! It's not what you think!

"I can explain! Stacey, please say something!" Justin said.

It was clearly noon, yet I felt so cold.

I slowly curled up and hung up the phone.