Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 59: Witnessed with My Own Eyes

Nina implied that these dance shoes were given to her by Ian Kane.

A sharp ringing filled her left ear, and Vera Sheridan’s fingers instinctively tightened the satin laces of her dance shoes, leaving a red mark around her ankle.

"The truth that Ian Kane really cheated," began to torment her again...

That day at The Glimmer Garden, Ian Kane asked Vera Sheridan if she had long believed he was unfaithful.

Vera didn’t answer at the time.

In fact, she hadn’t truly concluded he was cheating; she was still preserving a space for beautiful fantasies about their love and genuinely didn’t want it to be true.

To her, it was too cruel.

Nina Sullivan saw her in a daze and turned over her own dance shoes.

The sole was engraved with the same English signature as Vera Sheridan’s dance shoes, with the same date.

"Ms. Sheridan, you still don’t believe it?" Nina Sullivan scoffed, with a tone full of mockery.

Vera Sheridan stared intently at the two identical shoes that belonged to her and Nina Sullivan, as those clues, Noah Grant’s suspicions of Ian Kane, surfaced in her mind again.

That night, at the Phantom, the image of Ian Kane kneeling on one knee before her, putting these dance shoes on her, flashed before her eyes.

To her, his giving her dance shoes was far more valuable than giving her jade jewelry, as it showed he truly understood and loved her.

But did he also share such love with Nina Sullivan?

Vera picked up the right dance shoe, calmly put it on, her gaze dropped to the scar on her ankle, and her voice was cold, "Nina Sullivan, do you want to be detained again?"

Nina’s lips cracked open in a smile, revealing neat teeth, as she lazily sat in a nearby seat, "You still don’t believe? He not only gave me the same style dance shoes as you, but that BMW Mini I have was also a gift from him, and the jade bracelet from the Jubilee Auction House, he had it proxy-bid because you’re so sensitive and suspicious, he was worried you’d investigate."

Vera paused again while tying her shoelaces, a rush of blood surged upward as she straightened up and glared at the girl beside her, "How many times do you want to play the trick of deliberately provoking me?"

Nina shrugged, "If you don’t believe it, you might as well keep being a fool. By the way, Mr. Kane is still supporting me now, and he instructed me to crush you, the cripple, this time, so you’d have some self-awareness, instead of flaunting yourself every day and losing his face."

With that, she picked up her dance shoes and slipped them onto her feet.

Vera snorted coldly, "Crush me? Are you dreaming?"

Nina turned her head, smiling with full confidence, as she looked up and down at her, "Vera, you never believe it; you’re just too naive. Tell me, which man wouldn’t cheat when faced with someone like you who is afraid of intimacy and refuses to be touched?"

"There’s no such thing as true love or soulmate... you’re Mr. Kane’s unreachable ideal, he merely wants to keep you as a specimen at home, while I give him the ultimate sexual experience, melding body and soul. Only this way can true love be born."

Vera stood up straight, looked down at her with deliberate venom, and raised her voice, "Nina Sullivan, there you go spreading rumors to my face again, claiming my husband is supporting you. Do you think sleeping with a married man is an honorable thing?"

As she finished speaking, all eyes in the room turned towards them.

"If I recall correctly, wasn’t that Nina Sullivan caught for spreading rumors and slander last time too?"

"I’m from Ardendale, she was detained for seven days before being released. Why is she causing trouble again now? She must be delusional; Mr. Kane is so devoted to Ms. Sheridan!"

"That Nina Sullivan was a student brought out of a poor county by Ms. Sheridan. Repeatedly provoking her mentor—so ungrateful!"

The large gym was abuzz with gossip.

Nina looked flustered as Vera not only remained unaffected but even made the incident public.

Vera shot her a glance and walked away.

Nina, seeing her unfazed demeanor, slipped away to the corner and dialed Ian Kane’s number, "Mr. Kane, Ms. Sheridan doesn’t seem to be affected by me. What should I do?"

"Does she really not care about you anymore?"

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Ian Kane was tending to the wing of an injured canary that had flown out.

He calmly applied iodine to its wing with a swab, "Saying sweet words and driving wedges... Do you still refuse to see your own position?"

The man’s voice was icy.

Nina’s breath hitched, and she quickly changed her tone, "I dare not, it’s just, Ms. Sheridan really seems indifferent to me, maybe it’s because I’ve cried wolf too many times, she no longer believes me."

Ian Kane coldly hummed, with an expression of certainty, "Then give her something more stimulating!"

Living a privileged life comfortably, yet insisting on foolishly stirring up trouble.

...

Vera leaned against the sink, splashing her face with cold water, forcing herself to calm down.

Today’s assessment was on basic skills, years of training already ingrained into muscle memory.

At the center stage, Vera in a black ballet practice outfit, with her long hair up, displayed a graceful and elegant swan-like neck, her left foot pointed on the ground as she elegantly performed various classic ballet moves. When her right foot touched down, the judges all held their breath.

Yet, when she flawlessly completed her routine as if her right foot were healthy, the arts association leaders and dance artists present all applauded her enthusiastically.

A member of the judging panel, an elder artist, spoke up, "I think, Vera doesn’t need to apply for backstage work. With her skill level, she can completely run for the protagonist in our dance troupe!"

Another nationally renowned folk dance female artist looked at Vera, cool and resolute under the spotlight, with an appreciative expression, "Imperfection is also a kind of beauty. Art should be diverse. Vera, I encourage you to participate in tomorrow’s competition for the lead role!"

"We should elevate flaws to artistic expression. Seeing Vera always gives me a fractured sense of ’The Dying Swan’. I support Vera in challenging perfectionist hegemony, and modern dance should also promote the art of imperfection more."

A young dancer below the stage dared to disagree, "Then let her join the Paralympics, why is she competing with us able-bodied people?"

Vera, sweating profusely, listened to these different voices, feeling as if her ankle was rolling with hot lava, the burning unbearable.

Taking a deep breath, she met Wendy Donovan’s encouraging gaze, mustered up the courage, "I am willing to participate in the lead role competition. Thank you all for your encouragement!"

She bowed deeply and limped towards the audience.

Just as she reached her seat, she saw an ice bag. Instinctively, she looked in Milo Hale’s direction. The young man was looking over here, their eyes met, and he quickly looked away.

Vera slightly smiled.

In the subsequent basic skills assessment, Nina and Milo Hale were both selected into the lead role competition unit, including Vera, three men and three women, with one man and one woman to be selected tomorrow as the dance troupe’s male and female leads.

After a whole day of assessments, it was already the evening when the streetlights came on.

Vera had just sat in Wendy Donovan’s car when she heard Nina’s extremely confident voice from outside, "Goodbye, everyone! See you at the celebration banquet tomorrow night!"

She was carrying a single-shoulder bag, waving goodbye to a group of girls.

"Celebration banquet, this little girl is really confident, daring to challenge you, her mentor!" said Wendy Donovan, who heard it too, with a tone neither praising nor criticizing.

However, deep down, she disliked this kind of ungrateful apprentice like Nina Sullivan.

Vera smiled, "She did perform quite well today, her basic skills are solid."

Nina had followed her for three years, previously training with dedication and effort.

Vera had just fastened her seatbelt when she caught a glimpse of a black Maybach parked under a streetlight not far away. Nina walked to the backseat, pulled the door open, and went inside.

From Vera’s angle, she clearly saw there was a man inside. As soon as Nina got into the car, she leaned over...

The car door closed, the Maybach drove away, and Vera stared at the license plate, feeling as if her soul had been sucked out.

That was Ian Kane’s car in Veridia.

Every time he came to Veridia, he used this car.

Last time, it was in this car that she found a box of Okamoto...

"Vera, why aren’t you speaking? Nervous about tomorrow’s performance?" Wendy Donovan asked as she drove, looking at Vera through the rearview mirror.

The light was dim, making it hard to see her expression.

Vera took out her phone, looking at the "Shared Location" app on the screen, her finger hovering above it, trembling, not daring to open it.

Finally, like a hot potato, she tossed the phone to the seat beside her, "Professor Donovan, let’s not go out for dinner tonight. I want to rest well."

Noticing her off mood, Wendy Donovan hesitated but nodded, "Just sleep and rest now. I’ll wake you when we get home."

...

That night, Vera fell asleep relying on sleeping pills.

The next day, to enhance the dance troupe’s visibility, the entire lead role competition assessment was broadcast live on the internet.

In the dance troupe’s private lounge, Vera had just finished her makeup.

Her phone received a text message: "Ms. Sheridan, want to see how the scholarly, abstinent Mr. Kane is actually in private? Come to the balcony to the room next door."

Sender: Nina Sullivan.

Vera almost hesitated not at all and walked to the balcony, first seeing the black Maybach in the parking lot.

He really was here.

Vera felt cold all over, her brain lost its ability to think, and she walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass edge of the next lounge to look inside—

Against the white wall, Nina, with her wavy hair down, wrapped her long, fair legs around the man’s waist, as the man buried his head in her chest. She gripped the man’s suit shoulder with one hand, biting the back of the other hand, her expression on her face indistinguishable between pain and joy...

She looked over here and gave Vera a smug glance.

Vera’s fists clenched tight.

The man suddenly turned around holding Nina, and the familiar side profile belonging to Ian Kane flashed by.

The next second, Vera saw his hand on Nina’s waist, the ring on his fourth finger reflecting a cold silver light.

Vera stood frozen, watching this scene, as Nina’s face gradually overlapped with another woman’s face in memory, her whole body turned cold, and her throat choked...