Chapter 1My Girlfriend Broke My Hands to Help Her Childhood Crush Win

My girlfriend locked me on the rooftop the night before the final round of a piano competition, just so her childhood friend could win.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "You'll have so many chances in the future. Can't you let this one go for him?"

Later, to ensure he got the spot in the orchestra, she went even further—she broke my fingers with her own hands.

I furiously demanded why, when I was supposed to be her partner.

She said, "Caleb, Ashton’s mother saved my life. I owe it to him to fulfill her dying wish."

But what she didn’t understand was that losing my hands felt like losing my life.

When I decided to stop loving her, she smashed her own hand—begging for my forgiveness.

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“Please, Sienna, don’t hurt my hands!” I begged, tears streaming down my face. I squirmed and struggled, shaking my head desperately.

At that moment, I had no dignity left, pleading for her mercy.

Tomorrow was the audition for the New Haven Philharmonic Orchestra, the opportunity I had worked tirelessly toward.

If I performed well, not only could I join the prestigious orchestra, but I’d have a chance to study under Maestro Fletcher Scott, a living legend in the piano world.

For months, I lived in the practice room, working through exhaustion for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It wasn’t just my dream—it was my late mother’s.

But here I was, on the brink of everything I’d worked for, and Sienna Hartwell, my girlfriend, had hired two bodyguards to restrain me.

She raised a chair over my hands, ready to destroy them.

All so her childhood friend Ashton Hale could have a clear path to victory.

I knew Sienna had a soft spot for Ashton, but I never thought she’d go this far.

Ignoring my desperate pleas, she stepped closer, her face cold and determined.

“I'm sorry, Caleb,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re a genius. Everything comes easy to you. But you have no idea how hard Ashton has worked for this. You’ll have more chances. Let this one go for him.”

Hard work? As if I didn’t work just as hard?

I stared at her in disbelief, my voice shaking with pain and anger. “So you’re going to break my hands for him?”

“Do you remember what you promised me?” I said, my voice cracking. “You said you’d love me, treasure me forever. Now, for Ashton, you’re doing this?”

Her body stiffened, hesitation flickering in her eyes.

Noticing her wavering resolve, I seized the moment. “Sienna, we’ve been together for years. Please, for what we’ve shared, don’t do this. Piano has always been my dream.”

Before she could answer, her phone buzzed.

I caught a glimpse of the screen: Ashton Hale. My heart sank.

She answered the call on speaker, and Ashton’s soft, trembling voice filled the room.

“Sienna, I’m so nervous about tomorrow. What if I mess up? This is my dream... my mom’s dream... but Caleb’s always been better than me. What should I do?”

Sienna’s eyes softened with guilt and compassion. “Don’t worry, Ashton,” she said in a soothing tone. “I’ll handle it.”

I watched in horror as she hung up and turned back to me. Her face was cold again.

“Caleb, I owe Ashton’s mom my life,” she said. “I have to make this happen for him.”

Her voice wavered, but not with doubt—only determination. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

I trembled, the terror in my voice undeniable. “Sienna, you... you can’t do this to me!”