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The Broken Ballerina's Secret Paris Escape

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 765 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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er to stop. She leaned against a cold lamppost, gasping f

f the restaurant

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ce a mask of indignation. Corinna trotted behind hi

wrist. His grip w

el said. Her voice

ing to you," Fielding snarled. "You embarrassed me

arm back. "You embarrassed yourself,

hy is your mind so twisted? Corinna ha

nd. "She calls me a cripple to my face, Fielding

e. "The ring.

inger at Corinna. "Show him the ring, Corinna. Show him

paranoid. Fielding gave this to me because... because I've

rld-her husband had been a brute, or so she said, and her divorce was a tragedy that required his strength to fix. He s

nk diamond?" Ariel looked at Fielding. "Do yo

g to the people watching on the sidewalk. "I have taken care of yo

your guilt!" A

oed off the s

u looked at my leg, you remembered that you were th

f she had slapped him.

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asped. "E

im, stroking his ego, pretending you're so fragile so

and buried her face in Fielding's chest.

went black. He

lex. A flash

idn't cower. She stared st

d. "Hit me. Finish th

and trembled

h. A passerby stopped

at Ariel's face. He saw no fear.

slowly, defeated b

he muttered. "

p," Ariel said. "

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. you can't survive with

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ed up to the curb,

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she told

away, she looked in

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“I traced the floral patterns on the silver candlestick, my fingertips numb from the cold of the penthouse. It was our fifth anniversary, and the Wellington steak I'd spent four hours preparing sat soggy and defeated under the dim chandelier. Fielding finally walked in at 1:00 AM, smelling of scotch and tuberose-a scent I didn't own. When I tried to touch him, he recoiled as if my fingers were acid, then disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him moan his ex-girlfriend's name with a desperate, guttural longing. The betrayal didn't end there. The next day, I found him at a luxury restaurant, watching him slide a massive pink diamond onto Corinna's finger-the same ring he'd told me was a "business investment." I stood hidden behind a frosted glass partition as his friends laughed, calling me a "lame duck" and a "depressed millstone" around his neck. Fielding didn't defend me; he calmly told them our marriage was just a "debt" he had to pay because I'd saved his life in the crash that ended my ballet career. "She's a millstone, Fielding. How long are you going to play nursemaid?" "I owe her. It's a debt. I pay my debts." When I finally confronted him, he didn't show remorse. Instead, he threatened to use his power to declare me mentally unstable and freeze my grandmother's trust fund so I'd be left "crippled and penniless" on the street. I realized then that Fielding didn't want a wife; he wanted a martyr to ease his survivor's guilt, as long as I stayed broken and dependent. He thought he'd clipped my wings for good, but he didn't know I'd been secretly studying for the Sorbonne while he was out with his mistress. As I put on my designer gown for the charity gala, I wasn't preparing for a party. I was liquidating my jewelry for untraceable cash and planning the ultimate exit. He thinks I'm his prisoner, but the countdown to my final act has already begun.”