I met Jason Wright when I was at my lowest.
From 17 to 18, he filled the emptiest part of my life, supported me, and helped me rebuild my confidence.
After my leg injury healed, I signed with Radiant Wings based on my past performance and started competing in commercial tournaments, training and earning simultaneously.
I thought everything was finally looking up.
I didn't expect to hit a dead end so soon.
Three days later, I paid the penalty as agreed.
When I was packing to head to the capital, Jason blocked me at the school gate, furious.
"Grace Miller, I didn't agree to terminate the contract, how dare you!"
Thinking about it now, it's laughable. We dated for a year, and he hid his real identity while offering me training opportunities yet holding me back.
I once told him, "Jason, badminton is all I know."
He'd joke, "I'll support you in the future."
But during a fight, he snapped, "Is badminton all you have? Haven't you thought about what I need?"
I didn't get it back then.
But now I do.
"Jason, I'm not your pet. I won't come and go as you please. You have no right to dictate my life. We're done."
"Done?" Jason scoffed, "Grace, do you know I fought with my family over you?"