Shattering His Fake Angel
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The scholarship understudy in our ballet company was a notorious "clumsy sweetheart."
Right before the Principal Audition, she secretly laced the pain-relief cream she gave me with a high concentration of banned substances.
It led to me being reported for doping. I was expelled from the company on the spot, my reputation was ruined, and my ballet career was completely destroyed.
When I confronted her, she hid in my fiancé's arms, crying so hard she almost passed out.
"Eve, I really just wanted to help you perform perfectly... I'm so stupid, I can't even tell the difference between muscle rub and banned drugs."
My fiancé held her, comforting her, and then yelled at me instead:
"She was just trying to be nice! Why do you have to be so cruel to a young girl?!"
Later, as I spiraled into severe depression, they tricked me into going to the river under the guise of "getting some fresh air."
While my fiancé went to park the car, she took the opportunity to shove me hard off the icy steps, leaving me to drown alive in the freezing river.
When questioned by the police, my fiancé didn't hesitate to commit perjury to clear her name, insisting I had jumped because I couldn't handle the scandal.
I opened my eyes again. I was back to the day before the Principal Audition.
Right before the Principal Audition, she secretly laced the pain-relief cream she gave me with a high concentration of banned substances.
It led to me being reported for doping. I was expelled from the company on the spot, my reputation was ruined, and my ballet career was completely destroyed.
When I confronted her, she hid in my fiancé's arms, crying so hard she almost passed out.
"Eve, I really just wanted to help you perform perfectly... I'm so stupid, I can't even tell the difference between muscle rub and banned drugs."
My fiancé held her, comforting her, and then yelled at me instead:
"She was just trying to be nice! Why do you have to be so cruel to a young girl?!"
Later, as I spiraled into severe depression, they tricked me into going to the river under the guise of "getting some fresh air."
While my fiancé went to park the car, she took the opportunity to shove me hard off the icy steps, leaving me to drown alive in the freezing river.
When questioned by the police, my fiancé didn't hesitate to commit perjury to clear her name, insisting I had jumped because I couldn't handle the scandal.
I opened my eyes again. I was back to the day before the Principal Audition.



























