The Billionaire Boyfriend Begged for Another Chance

Summary

I used to be a top ballet dancer.

The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go."

We'd been together three years.

He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair.

Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor.

Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out.