The Vanished Dance Partner

Summary

The day of the World Dance Championship finals, my partner vanished.

I was frantically calling everyone I could think of when I looked up and saw her—my wife—gliding across the floor in the arms of her old flame.

Just like that, my chance to compete was gone.

I watched the two of them on the podium, accepting the trophy that should have been ours. I said nothing. I just turned and walked away.

As I reached the exit, a message from Isabelle buzzed on my phone: “Victory party tonight. Don’t forget to come.”