All of this started because I reported my boyfriend’s “bestie” after she humiliated me at the train station, forcing me to strip during a security check. That same night, my boyfriend listed me on a secondhand resale app—for $9.99. “Wait, seriously? Nine bucks? Is she diseased or something?” “Dude, that’s Anderson’s girl! Didn’t she just scream her lungs out in the next room? Anderson, how could you let someone like her go? She’s a rare find!” Shane Anderson chuckled coldly. “Are you kidding? She’s blind. And after what happened at the train station—getting stripped down in front of everyone, with her photos all over the internet—I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her. She’s disgusting.” “She cost Tessa her job. A heartless, disabled piece of trash like her doesn’t even deserve the $10 price tag,” another voice chimed in. The room erupted in laughter. Their vile comments were like daggers, and I felt as though I had been plunged into an icy abyss. My trembling fingers managed to send a single message to my professor: “Professor, my vision has been restored. I’m ready to accept the offer to study abroad.” “She can’t see, so keep it down. Don’t scare her too much.” “Weren’t you planning to marry her a few days ago? Feeling guilty, Anderson?” someone teased. Shane Anderson snorted like he’d just heard the funniest joke of the year. “Marry her? The Anderson family would never allow a blind woman through our doors. And besides, after what Tessa’s been through, this is nothing. Letting her think it’s still me she’s with—that’s just for my own entertainment. Keeping her around makes it easier to break her down.” As he spoke, the screen of the private theater suddenly lit up. Playing on the massive display was a silent clip of Shane and me—intimate, recorded just minutes earlier. “Just made a little video,” Shane announced with a smirk. “No sound, so you can enjoy it while you play.” “Don’t worry, there are no cameras in here. Have fun.” My hands trembled as I tried to button my shirt. Shane had always loved dragging me to strange places—parks, parking garages, and now a private theater. I thought it was just another one of his quirks. But now, trapped in the suffocatingly narrow space, I could feel the crushing weight of humiliation pressing down on me. Footsteps outside the door grew louder and louder. Panicking, I leapt off the balcony. For three years, I thought Shane Anderson was my light in the darkness. He never minded my blindness and even traveled the world with me, seeking out the best specialists to restore my vision. When I finally regained my sight, I couldn’t wait to surprise him. I booked the earliest train ticket to his city and arrived at the station. Shane even asked Tessa, his best friend who worked there, to “take care of me.” I had heard whispers before—if the Brown family hadn’t gone bankrupt, the Andersons and Browns would have been joined by marriage long ago. But Tessa had always reassured me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Relax. Shane and I have known each other forever. If we wanted to be together, it would’ve happened long ago. I’m not interested in him.” I believed her. Naively. But at the security checkpoint, Tessa accused me of carrying a concealed weapon. She demanded that I strip for inspection. Using my blindness as an excuse, she tore my clothes off herself, leaving me completely exposed. Only after she “found” a knife—God knows where she pulled it from—did she let me go, smugly advising me to “be more careful next time.” A girl nearby, outraged by what she witnessed, called the railway authority to file a complaint. Tessa tried to get Shane to smooth things over for her, but instead, he forced her to apologize to me. By the end of the day, Tessa was fired for misconduct and barred from ever working in government or public enterprises again. Shane’s reaction was calm as ever. “She deserved it,” he said nonchalantly. But by that night, photos of me at the train station—humiliated and exposed—were spreading like wildfire online. And Shane? Shane Anderson listed me on a resale platform for $9.99, turning me into an object of ridicule and abuse. I was subjected to horrors I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And then Shane called. “Where the hell are you?” he demanded.
Dragging my injured leg, I slipped through the crowd and hid in a narrow alley. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I said over the phone, trying to keep my voice steady. “I noticed you weren’t around, and I couldn’t find the door… I accidentally fell off the balcony.” “You can’t see—why would you wander around? Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you,” Shane’s voice replied, laced with impatience. The memory of those men’s disgusting laughter flashed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. “It’s fine. Someone already took me to the hospital. I’m okay now,” I lied, cutting the call before he could respond. Just then, a voice message popped up on my phone—it was my professor, her tone filled with excitement. “Good girl! You finally made up your mind. I’ll handle the application paperwork immediately. We leave in seven days!” She paused, then sighed. “The Anderson family’s wealth and influence must have caused you so much pain before your surgery. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” Her unexpected concern undid me. Every emotion I had been suppressing came flooding out. I had once dreamed of standing proudly beside Shane Anderson. I worked hard, earned a scholarship, and even secured an opportunity to study abroad. But Shane rejected it on my behalf, claiming it wasn’t safe for a blind woman to live overseas alone. Instead, he found me a job as a massage therapist in Bayview, insisting I didn’t need to work so hard. “Focus on being my future wife,” he’d said with a smile. Little did I know, it was all just a game to keep me entertained while he waited for Tessa Brown. Thankfully, my professor never gave up on me. When I got home that night, I saw Tessa’s latest post on social media. The photo showed her holding an employee badge from Anderson Enterprises, captioned: “A million-dollar goal, here I come! @ShaneAnderson.” Shane had replied: “I’ll be waiting for you.” I stared at the screen, the bitterness rising in my chest. After graduation, I had applied to Anderson Enterprises, but they hired someone far less qualified than me. When I asked Shane about it, he brushed it off, saying he couldn’t interfere with “company policies.” Now, it was clear—I simply wasn’t worthy enough for him to bend the rules. I liked Tessa’s post sarcastically and fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, I prepared to hand in my resignation at the massage parlor. But as soon as I arrived at the door, Shane was there, blocking my path. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my neck. “You ran off so quickly last night. Want to try something fun here today?” His playful tone made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t stop the image of the group chat from flashing in my mind. “Shane, you’ve tried so many wild places with Leah. Why don’t you take Tessa somewhere exciting too?” “Nah, the outside world is filthy. I wouldn’t let Tessa go to places like that.” It all made sense now. In three years of dating, Shane had never once taken me to his house. I was nothing more than a disposable distraction, while Tessa was the one he truly cherished. I moved to step around him, but he grabbed my wrist, his voice turning serious. “You saw Tessa’s post, didn’t you? Where are your glasses?” I quickly hid my resignation letter behind my back. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.” Before I could say more, Tessa appeared from behind him, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Sis, why don’t you invite me in? Shane came all this way to make sure I apologized to you in person.” Her words reeked of sarcasm, and her posture with Shane was far too intimate. My voice turned cold. “No need. I don’t accept.” Tessa feigned a sigh. “Come on, Leah. I was just doing my job. It wasn’t personal. If you drop the complaint, I can get my job back. It’ll be better for everyone.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Better for everyone? Who’s going to erase the photos of me that are still circulating online? Who’s going to give me back my dignity?” Shane’s grip on my wrist tightened. “You’re blind. Just pretend you don’t know about it. Leah, since when did you become so heartless?” Pain shot through my injured ankle, and I lost my balance, collapsing to the ground. My resignation letter slipped from my grasp. Shane’s expression softened for a moment, and he bent down to help me. But Tessa stepped in first, crouching beside me with a smug smile. “Forget it, Shane. She has every right to be mad at me. I’ll come by a few more times to show her how sorry I am. She’ll forgive me eventually.” She turned to Shane with a pout. “By the way, aren’t you supposed to take me to the office today? You promised to help with my onboarding paperwork. Don’t flake on me.” Before leaving, Tessa stepped on my resignation letter, grinding it under her heel. They left together, laughing and teasing each other. Later, Shane sent me a voice message: “You’ve always wanted to work at Anderson Enterprises, haven’t you? Once your eyes are fully healed, if you drop the complaint against Tessa, I’ll personally bring you into the company.” In the background, I could hear Tessa giggling. I didn’t reply. After handing my resignation letter to the shop owner, she smiled warmly. “Your eyes are better now? Shane must be thrilled!” I shook my head. “He doesn’t know. Please keep it a secret.”
The day before I planned to leave, Shane Anderson rented out a private yacht to throw himself a grand birthday party. As his girlfriend, I was expected to attend. The moment I stepped on board, I felt the weight of all the judgmental stares. Their hushed voices weren’t hushed at all. “Can you believe a blind girl has the nerve to hang onto Shane Anderson as his girlfriend? A masseuse, no less. God knows how many people have had their hands on her.” “I heard she got stripped at the train station. How does she still have the guts to show her face? If it were me, I’d have jumped overboard already.” The sharp scent of flowers hit me like a slap. My skin began to itch and burn as hives broke out across my body. I was allergic to pollen. Shane knew this. But as I looked around, the entire venue was decorated with white roses—symbolizing pure love. The centerpiece of the display? Photos of Shane and Tessa Brown. “I’m having an allergic reaction,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. “I need to go take my medication.” Shane ignored me, pulling me closer instead. “I’ve got fireworks planned just for you. Stay with me a little longer, alright?” Soon, the sky lit up, the fireworks reflecting off the ocean waves. Leaning close, Shane whispered in my ear, his voice gentle and full of affection: “My birthday wish is to be with you, Leah, forever and always.” If my vision hadn’t been restored, I might have believed the sincerity in his eyes. But the fireworks that Shane claimed were “just for me” spelled out Tessa’s name in bright, glowing letters. Laughter erupted around us. Someone shouted, “Kiss! Anderson, give her a kiss!” Shane smiled, tugged my hand—and kissed Tessa instead. Cheers filled the air as they kissed passionately, completely ignoring me. Then I felt it—an unfamiliar pair of lips suddenly pressing against mine. Shane had signaled to one of the men nearby, and now this stranger was kissing me. The cheers grew louder as Shane and Tessa continued their display, while I was left reeling, my mind blank. How many times had Shane played out this sick scene behind my back while I was blind? No wonder he was so confident, so practiced. The way they looked at me—like I was some kind of circus act—made my stomach churn. “I’m leaving,” I said, grabbing my white cane and stumbling through the crowd. The yacht hadn’t docked yet, so I found a small storage room to hide in. As I sat there, trembling, my phone buzzed. Shane had posted a new listing on the same resale platform. To appease the growing number of buyers, he added a new photo: me in the lace dress I was wearing that night, a bow tied around my waist like I was some kind of gift waiting to be unwrapped. Just then, I heard voices outside the door. “Anderson says she can’t see. As long as we keep quiet, she won’t even know we’ve swapped out.” “Man, there’s so many of us. She’s gonna have the night of her life.” “Should we give her something first? You know, to loosen her up?” Their laughter echoed in the narrow hallway, their words sending a chill down my spine. Then my phone rang. Shane’s name lit up on the screen. Panicking, I silenced it immediately, praying the sound of the waves had drowned it out. I stayed frozen until their voices faded away, then quietly slipped back into the main cabin. When I opened the door to my room, the lights came on. Shane was there, leaning casually against the wall, a group of strange men standing behind him. Their eyes roamed over me, greedy and predatory. I felt bile rise in my throat as I tried to play it cool, pretending I hadn’t noticed anything. I took a step toward the door, desperate to escape. A hand suddenly grabbed my waist. The room erupted into laughter. Someone even whistled. Shane glared at the man who had touched me, then pulled me into his arms. “It’s fine. It’s just me,” he murmured. Then, as if nothing had happened, he added, “These guys are curious about your massage skills. Why don’t you give them a session?” I shook my head instantly, pulling away from him. “It’s my birthday, Leah. Don’t ruin the mood.” Gripping his sleeve, I pleaded with him, my voice breaking. “I don’t want to stay here anymore. Please take me home.” Before Shane could respond, Tessa appeared out of nowhere. She crouched down, meeting my gaze with a smirk as she tilted my chin up. “You want to leave?” she said sweetly. “Fine. Eat this gummy first.”
I grabbed the gummy from Tessa’s hand and swallowed it without thinking. Almost instantly, the room erupted in cheers. “Too late now,” Tessa sneered, grinding her heel into my palm, twisting it cruelly. “This is a new kind of aphrodisiac,” she said mockingly. “Perfect for someone like you. Who told you to cross me, huh? Shane treats me like a queen, protects me like I’m his everything. And you? Leah, you’re nothing more than his plaything—a blind masseuse who doesn’t know her place. Do you really think you’re his girlfriend? If I weren’t trying to make my own way in life, you wouldn’t even be in the picture.” I tried to move, to escape, but my body betrayed me as the strength drained out of me. One of the men in the room suddenly ripped my dress. “Well, we were going to make this fun for you, but you figured it out too soon. No matter—don’t keep the boys waiting. You can’t see anyway, so it doesn’t matter who it is, right?” As the last shred of my dignity was stripped away, I reached out a trembling hand toward Shane, praying for a sliver of mercy. He stood in the doorway, watching from a distance, shielding Tessa’s eyes with his hand. “Don’t look,” he murmured to her. “It’s dirty.” Before leaving, he glanced back one last time. “Go easy on her,” he said to the men. “And make sure she takes enough of the drug so she won’t remember anything tomorrow.” “Got it, boss. Nine bucks and ninety-nine cents, right? We’ll send the payment when we’re done.” When I woke up, Shane was sitting by my bedside, his eyes filled with feigned concern. Next to him sat Tessa, her expression as smug as ever. “Leah, thank God you’re awake,” Shane said, his voice soft. “You fell off the deck last night. I thought I’d lost you forever.” “Yeah, Leah,” Tessa chimed in, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. “What happened to you? You’re covered in bruises. If I didn’t know you fell into the ocean, I’d think something else happened…” I stared at the bruises and marks covering my body as the memories came rushing back—being stripped, dragged by my hair, held underwater in the bathtub. The laughter. The suffocating darkness. The overlapping shadows. I gripped the bedsheets tightly, gasping for air like I’d just narrowly escaped drowning. Shane shot Tessa a warning glare, then reached out to pat my hand in what he probably thought was a comforting gesture. But Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss right in front of me. Their breaths grew heavier as they made no attempt to hide their passion. I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. The anger, humiliation, and heartbreak threatened to overwhelm me. It took me a long time to find my voice. “Shane,” I said, my voice trembling. “If you’re not feeling well, you should go home. I’d like to be alone.” Shane hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright,” he said hoarsely, before scooping Tessa into his arms and leaving without a second thought. The moment they were gone, I snapped. I tore through the hospital room, smashing everything within reach. When there was nothing left to destroy, I grabbed my ID and phone, threw on whatever clothes I could find, and hailed a cab to the airport. On the way, I made the mistake of checking the resale platform Shane had used to list me. Underneath his post, there were “reviews” left by buyers—photos and videos of me from the night before. The torn dress. The disheveled hair. The familiar room filled with strangers. My hands shook as I slammed my phone shut and yanked out the SIM card, throwing it out the window. When I arrived at the airport, still wearing my hospital gown, my professor was waiting. She didn’t ask any questions, simply took my hand and held it tightly. “You’re here. That’s all that matters,” she said gently. Before boarding the plane, I erased every trace of my identity back home. Ten hours later, I landed in a new country, free at last. What I didn’t know was that back home, Shane had returned to the hospital, staring at the mess I’d left behind. “Where’s the patient?” he demanded, his voice filled with panic. “She’s blind! How could you let her leave on her own?” The doctor looked confused. “Mr. Anderson,” the doctor said cautiously, “Miss Leah completed her final treatment in Capital City last week. Her vision has been fully restored for days now. Didn’t she tell you?”
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