On graduation day, my best friend, Bianca, loosened the screws on my prosthetic leg.
I tumbled down the steps in front of the entire school.
Bianca was the first one to laugh.
Soon, the people around us were laughing, too.
My boyfriend, Cormac, stood beside her, arms folded. He patted her lightly on the shoulder.
“Alright, Bianca. Don’t laugh so hard you hurt yourself.”
Then he lowered his gaze to me, still sprawled on the ground.
“See? A little humiliation isn’t the worst thing in the world.”
“Go through this a few more times, and you won’t cry every time someone mentions your leg.”
From that day on, the phrase *a few more times* was seared into my brain.
Ever since I lost my left leg, the thing Bianca said to me most often was,
“I’m doing this for your own good.”
When we were fifteen, on a summer camp hike, she’d pushed me to walk at the front of the group, then led us onto a steep, unmarked trail.
My energy gave out, and I eventually slipped on a gravel slope.
When I was seventeen, I signed up for the school’s charity 5K.
Before the race, she claimed she was playing a joke on me and hid my running prosthetic.
I missed the race, forced to stand on the sidelines and watch her win an award.
On the podium, she even deliberately mimicked the way I stood on one leg and held her medal up for me to see.
Last month, she used snacks to tease the neighbor’s golden retriever, making the dog chase me down the street.
She filmed me scrambling onto a low wall to get away from the dog and posted it on Instagram.
The caption read: “If a disabled person can climb a wall, my pet pig definitely can too!”
Again and again, she’d push me into some humiliating spectacle, only to claim it was for my own good.
And every single time, Cormac took her side.
I looked up at them from the foot of the stage, and suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore.
People who treated my humiliation as a joke didn’t deserve a place in my life.
Revenge On My Feet Chapter 19 He bowed his head, his fingers knotted tightly together. “At the time, I thought what they were saying made sense.” “No,” I cut in. “You just thought it was easier to stand on their side.” “If you helped me, you would have had to admit they were bullying me.”
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 18 Just as the lawyer was gathering up the documents, an assistant knocked at the door. “There’s a new written statement.” “The person who submitted it is named Grayson Vance.” At the sound of my brother’s name, the pen in my hand went still. In his statement, Grayson admitted he
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 17 Renata sprang up, the phone camera lurching wildly. “I only loosened one screw! Who knew she’d fall so spectacularly?” The words were barely out before the comment section stalled for a few seconds. Then a flood of messages started pouring in. Renata finally grasped what she’d just confessed to.
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 16 That night, Renata went live. She probably figured that if she got her tears in first, she could still swing everyone to her side, the way she always had. When my lawyer forwarded me the link to the saved stream, I was mid-review with my team. On the screen,
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 15 Yvonne walked me back to the lounge. She shut the door, turned to face me, and asked, “Do you want to leave now?” “There are still reporters outside. I can cancel the rest of the interviews for you.” I shook my head. “No.” “I led this project, and the
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 14 I held his gaze and spoke clearly. “Desmond, I am no longer the Nadia who could only hide and cry.” “I don’t care how other people look at me.” “This prosthetic is a part of my body. I don’t need to hide it.” “And you don’t get to worry
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 13 Hearing that name, I fell silent for a few seconds. I’d assumed it was one I would never have to hear from anyone again. Mr. Renwick held up his phone and showed me the visitor log-in photo. I turned my eyes away. “I don’t know her.” He nodded. “She
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 12 I set my work aside and leaned back in my chair. She had said that to me plenty of times since the day I first joined WU. Until now, I’d always chalked it up to nothing more than polite encouragement. This time, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Yvonne,
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 11 His voice came out rough and scraped raw. “Let’s get back together.” “Wherever you go, I’ll go with you.” “If you don’t like Renata, I’ll cut off all contact with her. Is that enough?” I frowned. Is that enough? Even now, he believed that one small concession on his
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Revenge On My Feet Chapter 10 I left the restaurant with my colleagues. Just as we reached the entrance, a familiar voice sounded behind me. “Did she come in tonight?” It was Grayson. The owner paused. “No. Haven’t seen her today.” I didn’t look back. I led my colleagues straight to the hotel the company
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