All Chapters of No Way Back to Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In the study, Nate Davidson stared at a photo of Lucy Langdon with a tenderness that overflowed with love and regret."As long as Lucy is happy now, that's enough for me," he said quietly.Beside him, the secretary sighed and asked, almost helplessly, "Mr. Davidson, aren't you afraid your wife will find out you were the one who arranged the car accident? And back then, her legs were perfectly fine. You had her injected with that drug—just so Lucy could win the dance competition."Nate paused for a second, then let out a bitter smile. "It's all in the past now. I'll spend the rest of my life taking care of Ruby. That's my promise."The secretary frowned, confused. "You gave Lucy away to another man, and even sacrifice the driver's life. Was it really worth it? And… your wife's mother's death anniversary is just around the corner. Shouldn't you at least—""Enough! Don't say another word!" Nate cut him off, voice sharp with anger.My hands trembled. The coffee cup I was holding slip

Nate's eyes were red—anyone could see he'd been crying.The moment he saw I was awake, he pulled me into his arms, holding me as if I might slip away. His voice trembled. "I'm sorry, Ruby. I couldn't protect our child."He paused, took a shaky breath. "The doctor said the baby had congenital issues. That's why... the miscarriage happened."His hand moved gently over my back, slow and rhythmic, as though he could soothe the loss out of me. "Don't be sad, Ruby. We'll have another child. We will."I felt a dampness spread across my shoulder—his tears soaking into my gown.Everything felt unreal. Just yesterday, I'd uncovered the truth: he was the reason behind my car accident, the one who'd shattered my life, stolen my ability to dance. And now, he had taken my child too.Was he my lover? Or my executioner?Grief surged through me, thick and suffocating, like drowning in a sea with no surface in sight."Ruby, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed.He rushed out and returned moments la

Afterward, I headed to the orthopedic department.All these years, it had always been Nate's private doctor treating me. Back then, when I was first diagnosed with a lifelong disability, not once did I question whether Nate had played a part in it.But thinking back now—every time I started to feel something in my leg, even the slightest sensation, he would immediately act overjoyed and call for the private doctor.Now I realize—each time he did that, the doctor would somehow make things worse.After a thorough check-up, the doctor looked at me with a strange expression and said, "Your legs are indeed disabled, but something doesn't add up. From what I can see, it looks like someone has been administering medication to keep them this way."He paused, then continued, "But it's been so many years. Your leg muscles have long since atrophied. Still, if you're willing to endure the pain and commit to training, there's a small chance you might be able to stand again."The possibility a

Meanwhile, I stepped off the plane and walked toward my mentor.My phone number had been deactivated, so I had no way of knowing how many times Nate had tried to call.My mentor, aware of my difficulty walking, had been waiting at the airport for me since early morning. When he saw me again after so many years, his gaze instinctively fell to my legs. He couldn't help but sigh.I caught the subtle sheen in his eyes and understood instantly—it was pain. For me.I drew in a deep breath of fresh air, savoring the clarity of it, the sense of steering my life without anyone else's hand on the wheel. This time, no interference. I could finally do what I truly wanted.I hugged my mentor tightly. He patted my shoulder with strength, as if trying to pass courage and energy into me."Ruby," he said, "now that you're back, live well. Work hard."I met his eyes and nodded with quiet resolve.He brought me back to the institute. Everyone knew I was a dancer—one of the best. What they didn'

Lucy felt a warm stream spread beneath her. She knew—it was the life of her child slowly slipping away."Please… please save my baby," she begged.But Nate didn't respond.Over the years, Lucy had leaned heavily on his affection, asking for countless things, always expecting him to yield. But not this time.He stood there, expression cold, as if every mistake were hers alone and he himself had never done wrong.Hatred burned in her eyes as she spoke, "You think you're so noble, like all of this is my fault, don't you? Tell me—was I the one who told you to run over Ruby and her mother? Sure, she survived, but she's disabled for life. You say it was all for me, but did I ever ask you to kill someone?"You're just shifting all the blame to me so you can keep pretending you're a decent man. You had so many chances to make things right. But no, you only realize all the gravity of those things you did after Ruby left you, and now you take it out on everyone around you. You think that's