She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 208: Your Foot is Injured Cheyenne lifted her hand and took off the pearl clip that was holding her hair up, placing it on the table. Her thick chestnut curls cascaded down like a waterfall. She looked at Abbie with a calm yet stubborn gaze, using her delicate fingers to unbutton her black suit jacket one by one.

She kicked off her high heels and stepped onto the cold golden floor with her feet painted in bright red nail polish.

"Swish." The black suit jacket flew up into the air and opened up like a circle before landing gracefully on a nearby chair. Everyone's attention was drawn to Cheyenne once again as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing smooth fair skin and delicate collarbones.

Her perfect feet were slender and elegant, adorned with a thin silver ankle chain that made Kelvin blush at its sight. A lot of intimate scenes cinto his mind.

It was Cheyenne's nineteenth birthday, the first year after they had married. She had been pestering him to buy it for her.

Initially, he hadn't wanted to purchase it, but he couldn't stand to see her eyes lose their luster. Under the temptation, he had driven back to buy it.

That night, after the passionate moment, she fell asleep by his side. Kelvin had contemplated it for a moment, and before leaving, he took the anklet from his pocket and placed it next to her pillow.

He hadn't expected her to still be wearing it.

As his mind wandered, Cheyenne's gaze turned slightly cold, and she pulled the white tablecloth from the table. There was a loud "thud", and the white cloth fell into her hand, while everything else on the table, including the glasses, plates, and candles, remained perfectly in place. It was a move that left people astonished.

How had she managed to do that? With just one snap of Cheyenne's fingers, she ordered the butler to switch over to another song. As soon as Abbie heard it play out loud, she turned pale realizing what song it was: "La Bayadere".

It was known as one of most difficult ballet pieces, even more so than "Swan Lake”, serving as inspiration for many ballet moves today. Just moments ago, Cheyenne had mentioned that Abbie didn't finish 32 single-leg rotations, and now she was elegantly performing 32 flawless turns without any ballet shoes on! This felt like a slap in Abbie's face! Just a moment ago, she was feeling proud of herself for being able to outshine Cheyenne in ballet dance. But now, she found herself defeated.

In "La Bayadere", not only were there elements of Western ballet, but also the mystery of Eastern Indian dance. The segment that Cheyenne performed was the scene where the female lead met her lover in a dream after being betrayed by him.

The emotional entanglement between them was expressed through her movements. As the rhythm intensified, their emotions becmore complex. However, Cheyenne seemed to be at ease with it all.

She truly was a swan - always rebellious and independent as the black swan.

Although many people in attendance did not understand ballet, they couldn't help but admit that they were amazed by Cheyenne's performance when watching her movements and emotions unfold before them.

As she leapt into the air, her long hair flowed behind her like waves and even the white tablecloth in her hand beclike a sharp weapon. Her slender legs stretched straight out as she landed softly on tiptoe after completing thirty-two turns. Her chestnut hair and white cloth formed two beautiful lines against each other. Finally, as the dream faded away, that swhite tablecloth turned into the female lead's veil which fell lightly over her head like a bridal veil.

'I can't let her win so easily!" Abbie thought.

Just as Cheyenne lifted up her head to look at that piece of cloth spinning beneath her feet; Abbie suddenly pulled off one pearl earring from hers without leaving any trace behind and threw it towards Cheyenne's feet. Kelvin watched mesmerized by the figure dancing gracefully before him, feeling angry that she had deceived him once again.

She not only excelled in calligraphy, chess, but she could also paint and dance... yet she insisted on portraying herself as a spoiled brat. Why? Were all those previous confessions true or just part of an act? Was she pretending just so she would hate her? He refused to accept being deceived again! He stood up with his glass filled with red wine, taking big strides towards the beautiful woman. But just after taking two steps, Kelvin saw Abbie's sneaky movement; that pearl rolled down along with his mood until finally landing at Cheyenne's feet. She stood near enough to the table which made Kelvin nervous because if she slipped over, her head would surely hit hard against its edge.

Kelvin felt anxious inside while silently calling out, "Cheyenne! Be careful" It was too late...

Her foot had stepped up, and her body was uncontrollably leaning forward.

"Cheyenne, be careful!" Old Mr. Foley was also frightened and quickly reminded her.

If Cheyenne fell down, she would lose the game. Abbie and Emelia looked at each other with a gloating expression in their eyes.

However, Cheyenne was tougher and smarter than they had imagined. She smiled and smoothly fell down with her back foot landing on the table just as she was about to hit it.

Taking advantage of the empty space provided by the table, she leaped into a split in mid-air before landing firmly on the ground. The white lace tablecloth hung over her head like a bridal veil frozen in time.

If it weren't for blood gradually seeping out from under that white cloth, Kelvin would have applauded her perfect leap and incredible adaptability.

But all these praises cat the cost of her foot injury.

Upon closer examination, one of the highball glasses at the edge of the table was shattered, and Cheyenne's foot...

He walked over furiously with an overwhelming aura like a rising tide that scared off those around him who made way for him one after another.

He looked down upon the young girl before him.

At this moment, he seemed to see how she looked wearing a white wedding dress at their wedding was m ceremony; the difference was that ony, Να back then, she had worn a smile of warmth and shyness, while now, all that remained was an air of indifference. This feeling left him deeply unsettled. This version of Cheyenne was far beyond his control.

"Mr. Foley? Are you angry because | beat your fiance?" She sneered while only one slowly standing up using hand for support right before his face as if mocking him; then taking off that white lace tablecloth draped over herself. Bending slightly without any expression on her face, she pulled out glass shards from underfoot, then threw them aside.

Walking out with her bare feet, she left behind vivid red bloodstains on the golden floor, making for a striking sight Cheyenne had just started to slip her feet back into her high heels when, all of a sudden, he lifted her into his arms. "Kelvin! If you're sick, go take smedicine! Putdown!" "Don't fuss around; your feet are injured.” His voice filled with alcohol rang in her ears low-pitched yet magnetic leaving no room for refusal.