Unexpected Truth: My Boyfriend Wants To Kill Me

I forced myself to stomach the disgust and recorded the entire video. The next day, I went back to my parents' house as if nothing had happened.

Fiona was there, too. She excitedly recounted the competitions she had recently participated in and the awards she had won, and even asked me about the ones I had received in the past. She said she wanted to work hard to catch up to me.

After my accident, Fiona naturally took over my dance studio, entered competitions on my behalf, and became a rising star in the dance world.

She was now shining bright on stage.

And me? I touched the place where my right leg used to be.

All I could do was sit in my wheelchair every day, surrounded by the mess that my life had become.

I called Wyatt and told him I was having dinner at my parents' place and that he should pick me up after work.

When he heard Fiona was there, he didn't hesitate. He rushed right over.

Fiona pulled out an invitation at the dinner table with a mysterious smile. "This weekend, I have a dance competition hosted by the International Dance Association. You all have to be there."

No sooner had Fiona spoken than Wyatt snatched the invitation with excitement. "The International Dance Association! Fiona, you're really making a name for yourself now. To get into this competition..."

He and Fiona were deep in conversation at the table.

My mother occasionally added food to Fiona's plate, reminding her to eat more.

Then, Fiona passed the food to my plate. She said, "I need to watch my figure. A dancer's most important job is to stay in shape. Give it to Chloe. She's not dancing anymore, anyway."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Fiona looked at me apologetically. "Chloe, I hope you don't mind me saying this before you. I'm just so happy. I wanted to share it with my family."

"Why would she mind? Chloe is thrilled for you," My mother interjected before I could respond. "My friends are so envious that even though Chloe can't dance anymore, she has a sister to carry on her legacy."

I kept my head down and stayed silent.

My father continued asking about the competition, reminding Fiona not to be nervous. He said with her skills, placing in the top three would be a breeze as long as she performed well.

As I watched my family enjoying, I cleared my throat at an inopportune moment. "Dad, Mom, I got a call from the police yesterday. They said they found the truck driver who hit me back then."

The room froze for a second.

Fiona's fork clattered to the floor with a crisp sound, but she just stared at me, wide-eyed with fear and confusion.

My parents instinctively frowned, looking like they wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"Chloe." In the end, it was Wyatt who broke the silence. "Are you sure you heard correctly? Wasn't this case closed a while ago? The insurance company compensated us, and I settled everything with the police. Why would they find the driver now?"

"Exactly, Chloe," my mother chimed in. "You must have heard it wrong. That truck driver had it tough too. Maybe he panicked and ran off then."

"How could they have found him? That doesn't make sense..." Fiona muttered to herself, glancing over at Wyatt..

"Chloe, sometimes it's best to let things go. There's no need to keep pursuing this," Wyatt continued to persuade.

Back when the accident happened, I was too emotionally unstable to deal with the authorities, so Wyatt handled everything.

He told me the truck driver had fled and urged me to let it go, saying he didn't want me to keep reliving such a painful memory.

In my confusion, I agreed and didn't press for details.

But now, as I watched them all singing the same tune, I couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Maybe I misheard," I said, feigning frustration. "But every time I think about losing my leg in that accident, I can't help feeling bitter."

Fiona said, "Chloe, Wyatt was driving the car at the time, and it was speeding. If you keep digging into this, he might be held responsible, too. Maybe it's best to just let it go and not dwell on it."

"Exactly, Chloe," my mother chimed in. "You must have heard it wrong. That truck driver had it tough, too. Maybe he panicked and ran off then."

It was just a leg.

I touched where my right leg used to be and wisely held my tongue.

But that night, Fiona didn't look too well.

After Wyatt dropped me off at home, he said he had to work late due to an urgent matter at the office and told me to get some rest. He then hurriedly drove off.

The moment he left, I called a taxi and followed him.

As expected, he headed straight for Fiona's dance studio.

I watched from my wheelchair as he made his way to the third floor effortlessly.

The employees had already gone home for the night, but the lights were still on. As Wyatt went inside, I saw two shadows moving through the window.

The studio had no elevator, so I couldn't go up. I just sat there, knowing they would hear me if I called out even slightly.

But I didn't. Instead, I called the police and reported illegal activity at the address.

The police arrived quickly. From my hiding spot, I watched as they broke down the door and led away Fiona and Wyatt, who were only wrapped in a bath towel.

Not long after, my phone rang.

The police were using Wyatt's phone. They briefly explained what had happened and asked me to come to the station to bail him out.

When I got there, I only saw Wyatt.

I slapped him hard across the face. "Weren't you supposed to be working late? Why did you do this? And who is that woman?"

Just then, Fiona was brought out by the police. "Chloe, we've been framed. I was just practicing my dance, and after getting tired, I went to shower. The moment I stepped out, the police barged in. We weren't doing anything, I swear."

My clenched fist tightened, then relaxed. I turned to the police to inquire about the situation.

Although the officers brought them in, they hadn't found concrete evidence of illegal activity. They didn't expect the two to not only know each other but be involved in such a relationship.

After a routine warning, they released them.

On the way home, Wyatt kept trying to explain, insisting that nothing had happened between him and Fiona. He claimed he had just gone to watch her practice, and while she showered, he waited outside the whole time.

"I believe you, darling," I said with a smile, gently touching his face, and then asked him to carry me upstairs.

Fiona followed behind us, her face turned grim as she watched. She gritted her teeth and left.

Not long after Fiona left, my mother called. She didn't even let me speak before launching into a tirade, scolding me for wrongfully accusing Fiona and causing a scene at the police station. She demanded how Fiona was supposed to hold her head up after this.

"Mom, do you even know what really happened? You're just blaming me without knowing the facts. I was called to the station by the police."

"Well, you should've explained the situation better on Fiona's behalf. Thankfully, it was nighttime. What if this had happened during the day? How would Fiona face anyone..."

I cut her off mid-rant. "If she's so worried about facing people, maybe she shouldn't be doing things that can't see the light of day.

"This has always been the case. Whenever Fiona and I have a disagreement, no matter who's at fault, you always take her side. Mom, I'm your daughter, too. Have you ever considered how I feel?"

"You're the older sister. Isn't it your responsibility to let her have her way?"

That same old line. I'd heard it enough times to last a lifetime.

For the first time, I hung up on my mother.

That night, I went to bed early but couldn't fall asleep.

As expected, in the middle of the night, Wyatt quietly got up and went to the bathroom, turning the water on full blast.

But I still heard him talking on the phone.

"Don't worry, the police won't trace this back to us."

"If I don't love you, would I have crippled her legs for you? And I only married her because you asked me to. So she'd let her guard down and stop digging into the accident..."