I rested for half a month after the abortion.
The first thing I did after being discharged was contact my old dance teacher and ask to compete in the upcoming dance
competition.
“But the competitor list is already finalized. Your spot was given to your sister back then.”
A bit disappointed, I sighed.
“Is there really no other way?”
“There is one last option–a dance battle!”
When I arrived at the dance studio, the teacher was in the middle of training.
“Follow my moves and go through a round with me. Let’s see if your fundamentals have weakened after the months of
pregnancy.”
After completing a round of recovery training with the teacher, I finally asked about the dance battle.
“I’ve already submitted your application. It’s scheduled for a week from now. Spend the next few days training properly. Don’t
embarrass me.”
It wasn’t until the day of the battle that I found out my opponent was Queenie.
She had come with Henry, who looked noticeably haggard.
“Stephanie!”
His eyes brightened when he saw me. He was about to pull his hand away when Queenie clung to him tightly.
“Sis, I didn’t expect to see you here. You haven’t danced in months. How do you still plan on fighting for a competition spot?”
Not even sparing her a glance, I uttered indifferently, “Don’t try to act like we’re close. I’m not your sister.”
Queenie was furious, while Henry spoke to me softly. “Stephanie, don’t be stubborn anymore. Let’s reconcile and go home, okay?
I’ll never make you angry again.”
I couldn’t help but bend over in laughter.
Mocking his pitiful face, I sneered, “You’ve really got some nerve. I even lost my child, and you still have the audacity to talk
about reconciling? Henry, you’re the one person I will never forgive in this lifetime!”
