Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 486:

Elyse took a graceful bow, her movements like flowing water, before disappearing backstage.

“Such a flawless performance,” someone whispered. “No wonder she’s in the top spot. There’s no way I can surpass her.”

“She’s incredible. Hope I can snag a spot for the international competition.”

“Does Elyse even have any weaknesses? Seems like she’s the whole package—no chinks in her armor.”

Fiona, tucked away in a corner, couldn’t help but overhear the hushed whispers of the other three contestants. A bitter pang of envy twisted in her gut. Her gaze drifted upwards, landing on Elyse bathed in the warm glow of the spotlight. Violin tucked under one arm, the other hand gracefully holding the cascading folds of her dress, Elyse radiated a confident aura.

The dejection gnawing at Fiona solidified into a heavyweight, a suffocating stone crushing her spirit. Elyse was undeniably brilliant. Even with the subtle curve of her pregnant belly, she commanded attention effortlessly.

Fiona, despite sharing the same instructor, couldn’t seem to capture the same magnetism. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. A raw jealousy simmered within her.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice broke the tension. “Fiona! I was a nervous wreck out there, but I made it,” Elyse beamed, approaching Fiona with open arms. She grabbed Fiona’s arm, her voice tinged with a playful whine. “Now that the pressure’s off, I’m starving! Fancy hitting the lounge for some food? I can grab you something too.”

felt a prickle of irritation under Elyse’s touch. She averted her gaze. “Not hungry. You go ahead, though. You need the

shoulder and a few encouraging words, Elyse darted towards the

deep breath, squared his shoulders, and strode onto the stage, ready to face

Unburdened by performance anxiety, her appetite roared. Hunger gnawed at her. She

Elyse stopped, brow furrowed in confusion. The unmistakable tirade of curses spilling from the restroom stall made her even

arrogant facade. Fists clenched, Vicky pressed them against her forehead, muttering what seemed to be a

be prepping for your performance? Darren’s on stage, and you’re up next,” Elyse said, blinking in

soon collected herself, saying curtly, “You’re just trying to sabotage me, right? Competing against you is a competition. Why the sudden

confused. “If I wanted to give you

glare softened slightly under the weight of Elyse’s simple words. She turned away, refusing

trembling hands, Elyse ventured a question,

dismissal. “None of

“Vicky, you’ve always been so confident. Why are you

emotion. “Can’t you just leave me be? I treated you