Rejected Fat Wife Becomes Ballet Queen, Ex Begs for Mercy

When Julia opened the door, the house was a complete mess. The lights in the living room were on, yet not a soul was in sight.

She headed upstairs, about to push open her bedroom door, when she noticed it was already ajar.

Inside, Cameron and Anne were tightly wrapped in each other’s arms.

Anne lay beneath him, her eyes hazy with desire. In the next second, Cameron lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

A deafening roar filled Julia’s ears. Her stomach twisted violently.

They were doing this on her bed.

On her bed.

Julia turned and bolted, heart pounding, wanting nothing more than to escape that room.

She had just reached the living room when her daughter came barreling at her on a child’s tricycle.

Before she could move, the front wheel slammed into her. She crashed to the floor, pain shooting through her body.

Her daughter stopped on the pedals, face twisted with malice. "You stupid fat woman! Who told you to come back and ruin Daddy and Teacher Anne’s date?"

Julia struggled to get up, only to see her daughter spin the tricycle around and ram into her again, the wheels rolling straight over her calf.

"Ahhh—!"

A sharp, searing pain shot through her leg, soaking her in cold sweat. Her scream echoed in agony.

"You deserved it! That’s what you get for ruining the date! You shameless fat witch! Homewrecker! Get out of our house!"

The shrill, venomous voice cut deep. Julia’s heart sank. She was only five, where had she learned to speak like that?

But the pain was unbearable. She had no time to think.

Upstairs, the noise had clearly reached the bedroom. After a brief pause, Cameron finally came down.

He took one look at her sprawled on the floor and frowned in irritation. "What now? You just got back, and you're already making a scene. Can’t you stay quiet for one second?"

His daughter immediately switched to a pitiful tone, pointing at Julia with wide, accusing eyes. "Daddy, she ran into my bike on purpose! She tried to scare me! She’s bad!"

Cameron’s gaze darkened, but seeing Julia writhing in pain, he reluctantly walked over and extended a hand. "You okay?"

Julia shook her head and spoke weakly, "Reese is lying. Take me to the hospital… my leg… I can’t stand."

Cameron withdrew his hand, then knelt to support her. "Don’t talk right now. I’ll take you to the hospital."

At that moment, Anne stepped out, still wrapped in Cameron’s bathrobe.

She held her forehead and leaned against the doorframe, her voice soft and fragile. "Mr. Cruise… my head feels dizzy… I can’t stand…"

Her body swayed as if she would collapse at any second.

Without hesitation, Cameron rushed to her and swept her into his arms.

"Dizzy? Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the hospital right now."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he stepped over Julia, trembling in pain on the floor, and headed straight for the door.

"Reese, open the door for Daddy. Then go back to your room and sleep."

The girl looked anxiously at Anne, cradled in his arms. "What happened to Teacher Anne? I want to go too!"

Cameron shook his head.

"It’s too late. Go to sleep. You’ve got kindergarten tomorrow."

Though reluctant, Reese still did as Cameron said. As she passed by Julia, she snorted and kicked her hard in the stomach.

The once lively living room now held only Julia, curled on the floor in silence.

Beside her sat her daughter’s tiny tricycle. As her eyes drifted across the cold, empty space, every memory she’d clung to shattered quietly inside her.

With trembling fingers, she reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and called the housekeeper.

Her voice was barely audible.

“Hello… send someone to the living room… take me to the hospital…”