My Boyfriend Broke My Legs Just to Help Other Girl Win the Crown

The night before the dance competition, my boyfriend locked me in his car under the blazing summer sun—just to ensure Melinda Qualls could win the championship.

“Xandra, you’ll have plenty of chances in the future,” he said, his voice calm and unbothered. “What’s wrong with letting her have the title this time?”

Dehydrated and on the brink of collapse, I barely managed to drag myself to the venue. When I arrived, half-dead from heatstroke, the sight that greeted me was a dagger to my heart: my boyfriend dancing passionately with Melinda.