His Chains My Wings Chapter 03
As Wesley spoke, his arm casually draped over the back of Alivia’s chair, forming a half-embracing gesture.
Something in Alivia’s chest shattered abruptly, sending sharp pain through her entire body.
This endorsement deal had been signed three years earlier, at the peak of their careers—when they’d confessed their love for each other.
The slogan “Shared Ice, Shared Soul” was still vivid in her memory.
Alivia remembered when someone suggested Micaela could replace her before, Wesley had stated firmly, “Only Alivia can be my partner.”
Even when she was off-form, he’d tell Terrance, “We need the best result, and only Ali can deliver that. We can wait.”
Those moments of defense had once been her greatest support.
Yet now, he could casually hand everything over to Micaela with a few words.
Alivia lowered her gaze, hearing his murmured instructions to Micaela. When she looked up again, her expression was calm.
“Okay.”
The moment she agreed, the usual calm mask on Wesley’s face twisted instantly.
Alivia didn’t miss the turbulent emotions in his eyes, but she didn’t expect what would happen in the following week.
Her core team members were transferred to Micaela.
Promotions for Micaela flooded the internet, painting her as the skating world’s new star, who’d stepped up in a crisis.
Alivia watched her entire legacy renamed as Micaela’s while she was forgotten in the shadows.
Wesley appeared before her. “Tonight is Micky’s celebration banquet. As her sister, you should be happy to witness her success.”
Without waiting for her response, he brought her into the banquet hall.
Micaela, wearing a high-end custom gown, stood at the center of attention, basking in a constant stream of flattery and praise.
Alivia stood in the corner, snippets of conversation drifting to her ears.
“How does she have the nerve to show up? She’s just asking for humiliation!”
“I heard she became really nasty after her leg gave out. She even bullied the staff on purpose.”
“Serves her right. She’s nothing compared to Micaela.”
These words stung slightly, but Alivia just lowered her eyes. These people didn’t know her. They couldn’t truly hurt her.
Then, she saw a familiar face, a fan who attended nearly every competition and event. They had once shared snacks like friends.
A faint, long-lost spark of joy crossed her heart. Alivia instinctively walked toward her, a smile forming on her face.
But as she got closer, she saw the light board in the girl’s hand, flashing the glaring name “Micaela Seddon”.
Alivia’s outstretched hand froze mid-air, her fingertips turning cold.
The girl’s eyes held none of their past fervor, only disdain. “You should just rest since you’re in this state now. Don’t hold others back. Leave opportunities for those who need them.”
As she finished, her own former fans behind her nodded in agreement.
This cut deeper than any stranger’s comment.
This was the taste of betrayal by those she once valued.
She slowly withdrew her hand, the last trace of color draining from her face.
Across the room, Alivia saw Wesley standing beside Micaela, staring straight at her.
His eyes held no surprise, only a hint of satisfaction. Then, Alivia clearly saw the corner of his mouth curl up, ever so slowly.
The next second, he leaned down slightly, close to Micaela, and murmured something to her.
It was just as he used to do with her. The familiar gesture of care was now directed at someone else.
Just then, the large screen in the venue lit up.
“Next, please welcome Ms. Micaela Seddon with her original exhibition program: Gilded Light!” the host announced enthusiastically.
Music began to flow, ethereal yet carrying a stubbornly familiar tone.
Alivia’s spine went rigid instantly!
This melody… and these movements…
