The Dance of Vengeance

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer.

Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs.

While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen:

“Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford."

The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress.

Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer.

Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs.

While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen:

“Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford."

The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress.

Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and posted a photo of our marriage certificate in the comments section:

"Is your troupe’s new production called the Union of Bastards?"

Before long, Julian called me.

"Victoria Dean, what stupid thing are you doing now? How many times do I have to tell you that Averil and I are just putting on a show."

I sniffled. "Julian, what gives you the right to take away my lead dancer role?"

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Are you part of Redwood?"

After a pause, he added nonchalantly, "Averil wanted the lead role in this tour as her birthday gift. I didn’t realize that role was yours. Go online and clarify immediately. Tell everyone that the marriage certificate was doctored."

I found it laughable.

He didn’t even know where I worked but remembered Averil’s birthday gift request.

"And then? Why would I fake a marriage certificate?"

Julian replied calmly, "You can say you’re just a fan of mine."

"Julian Ford, what do you take me for?"

He sighed softly on the other end. "Victoria, we’ve been married for seven years. We’re practically an old married couple. Averil is young; there’s no need to compete with her."

He must have forgotten that I married him before finishing college. Though we’d been married for seven years, I was only a year older than Averil.

"Julian, I fell down the stairs, and my leg hurts."

"Victoria, it’s just an apology and a clarification. It’s not that hard."