All Chapters of I Lost My Legs Saving the Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella Vitale. We used to dance in the same ballet company."I'm going in to ask him." I pushed my chair forward, but the wheels caught on the threshold."I already did," the woman on the phone sobbed, stopping me. "He came home with me, but the very next day, he went straight back to her. After that, I stayed up night after night trying to find out where he was. I even begged him to stay because of what I'd sacrificed for him. The more fed up he got, the more scared I was to let go.""How could you put up with it for ten years?""I never meant to put up with it for ten years. I just kept telling myself I'd give him one more chance."I pressed a hand over my mouth. Tears slipped between my fingers. The call dropped, but I kept holding the phone, staring at the two of them on the other side of the glass.Five years ago, I joined the company after an open audition. Isabella's father, Paolo Vitale, was the company's biggest donor. Whatever role she wanted, nobody dared fight her for it.

By the time I got upstairs, Isabella had already taken the stairs and changed into slippers.She was walking just fine on the same foot Dante had insisted she keep off the floor only minutes ago.Two workers were carrying a mirror out of my studio. I stopped them at the door and demanded they put it down.That's when I noticed half the room had already been cleared out. The barre had been removed, and my performance photos and ballet shoes were piled into cardboard boxes."Who gave you permission to touch my things?"One of the workers said Dante had ordered them to prepare the room for Isabella that night.Isabella stood by the window, directing them where to put the bed. She'd also asked them to leave the mirror because she still needed it for her daily practice.I was shaking with anger. "There are so many guest rooms. Why does it have to be this one?""Dante says this room is safe. I'm only staying a few days." She came over and picked up a ballet shoe lying beside a box. "You neve

Dante gripped the glass so hard the veins stood out on his hand."Put the ring back on."He didn't lower his voice. Every conversation at the table stopped. Even Isabella looked over from the edge of the dance floor.I put my hands back in my lap."Dante, I'm breaking up with you."The elder looked at Dante. "Is she serious?""We'll handle it." Dante set the glass down and nodded toward the door. "See our guests out."He moved behind my wheelchair to push me out. I gripped the wheels, refusing to let him move me.My hands were still shaking as I took out my phone and texted the wedding planner to cancel the wedding, right in front of everyone."No need to wait for Mr. Rossi to confirm. I'm the one calling it off."Dante leaned down. "Erin, that's enough."He was close, his voice low. Even now, all he cared about was getting the ring back on my finger so the guests wouldn't have a scene to watch.I let go of the wheels, then turned and rolled myself toward the door."You're right. It's

Erin's POV:On my second day in Switzerland, I handed my complete medical records to the doctor. He examined my old injuries below the knee and the prosthetics I'd brought with me, asked why I'd stopped training, and then asked what I wanted to achieve most."To dance."The moment I said it, my eyes stung.He didn't promise anything right away. My old injuries needed treatment, and my prosthetics had to be refitted. How far I could go would depend on the training ahead.I took notes, asked questions whenever I didn't understand something, and asked him to slow down whenever I couldn't write fast enough.Dante sent my performance photos through Mara. He also wanted to send some of his people to look after me."I'll keep the photos. I don't need his people or his money."Then I braced myself against the edge of the bed and resumed practicing transfers with my caregiver.My arms couldn't support my weight properly, and the pain when I sat back down left me drenched in sweat.I rested with

I pushed the door open. Isabella was sitting among several guests, with her revised run of show spread out on the table."There you are." She got up and reached for my arm. "We were just talking about you."I stepped out of her reach and put the email on the table."When did I agree to any of this?"When she saw the paper, her smile froze."Erin, let's talk outside.""Why? You were already telling them all about it."A woman holding a program looked up. "So this hasn't been finalized?""Not even close." I looked at her. "Encore is going on exactly as planned. Dante and I broke up three years ago. We won't be attending anything together."The woman set her program back on the table. Isabella rushed to say it was all a miscommunication.She went to gather up the papers, but I pressed my hand down on them."You wrote this. So explain."She glanced at the guests and lowered her voice. "Dante wanted to sponsor the show, and his advisor reached out to my father. I'm just representing my fami