A car accident changed my life forever. I lost my vision while saving my fiancée, Sabrina Cross. Her tireless care and devotion touched me deeply, and I vowed to love her for the rest of my life. On her birthday, while preparing a surprise gift for her, I tripped on the stairs and fell. By some twist of fate, I regained my sight. Overwhelmed with joy, I planned to surprise her that evening. But my excitement was shattered by the man who walked in behind her. “Darling, I’m so tired today. I’m going to bed early. Love you,” Sabrina said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before heading toward the bedroom—her hand in his. ***** Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t take my eyes off the clock. My heart was filled with anticipation as I imagined Sabrina’s reaction to the news that my sight had returned. I pictured her face, the features I hadn’t seen in over a year, and my excitement grew. By ten o’clock, she still wasn’t home. She’d promised to come back early to celebrate her birthday. As the hours dragged on, disappointment crept in. I reminded myself of how hard she’d been working since my accident, taking on the full weight of running the company. She was probably still busy. I pushed aside my frustration, placed the gift box on the table, and headed to the kitchen. Just as I was about to start cooking, the front door creaked open. Sabrina stepped in, her white knee-length dress perfectly outlining her figure. Her flushed cheeks, a hint of drunkenness, made her all the more stunning. My breath caught. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, if not more. Desire and longing swelled within me. I quickly walked toward her, wanting to pull her into my arms and tell her that I would take care of her from now on. But I froze mid-step. The smile on my face faltered, replaced by an icy chill. Behind Sabrina stood Harry Cooper, my driver. As soon as he walked in, his hand found its way to her waist, caressing her possessively. Sabrina playfully pushed him away, glancing nervously in my direction. Her eyes silently warned him of my presence. Harry, undeterred, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His gaze flicked to me, filled with a mocking challenge. Fury boiled within me. I wanted to yank Sabrina out of his embrace and teach him a lesson he’d never forget. But Harry suddenly let go of Sabrina and silently mouthed a question, “Can he see us?” I caught every word, my ability to read lips making his message crystal clear. “Impossible. The doctors said his sight would never return. Otherwise, all our plans would’ve been for nothing. You’re overthinking it. Let’s wait for the right time and get rid of him,” Sabrina responded silently. Sabrina glanced nervously at me again. Seeing no reaction, her fear subsided, and she discreetly reassured him with a calming gesture. I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. Was this really my wife? We had been so in love and had already registered our marriage. If it hadn’t been for the accident, our wedding ceremony would have taken place six months ago. Yet their secret exchange filled me with a bone-deep coldness. The words I wanted to demand from her died on my lips. Harry’s eyes roamed over me, searching for any signs of clarity. I forced myself to remain calm, allowing my expression to return to that of a blind man. My gaze was vacant as I walked forward. “Sabrina, is that you? Are you tired?” I asked. As I neared Harry, Sabrina hurriedly pulled him aside. She rolled her eyes and silently mouthed to him, “See? He’s blind. Now believe me and wait for me in the bedroom.” “I’m back. Sorry for being late. Work was hectic today,” she said aloud. “You must be exhausted. I made a cake and got you a gift. Let’s enjoy it before you head to bed,” I offered. She took my hand, leading me to the couch. Her eyes landed on the gift box, a flicker of disdain flashing across her face.
I had envisioned a romantic evening for the two of us. To ensure our privacy, I sent my caretaker home after Sabrina left for work. But by the afternoon, I realized I hadn’t prepared a gift for her. Determined to surprise her, I ventured out alone. With my guide dog assisting me, everything went smoothly at first. But as I entered the building, I asked the dog to hold the elevator while I fetched something nearby. In my brief absence, I made a misstep on the stairs and tumbled down, hitting my head against a planter. The sharp pain was followed by a wave of dizziness. Slowly, light returned to my vision. Overcome with exhilaration, I hastily gathered my belongings and returned home, oblivious to the dirt and damage on the gift box. When Sabrina arrived, she noticed the state of the box immediately. “Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you? Did you fall or something? You shouldn’t go out on your own anymore.” Her words stung, and I realized the smile on her face wasn’t one of care—it was a smirk. She opened the box and pulled out the necklace inside. With barely a glance, she tossed it onto the table, her disinterest plain. The faint twitch at the corner of my mouth betrayed my frustration. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful necklace. Anyone could see that. But what I hadn’t expected was how effortlessly she would handle me, lying to my face with such ease. Leaning down, she kissed me softly. Her voice turned syrupy sweet as she said, “I love the necklace. I’m just too tired to eat cake tonight. I’ll go shower first and join you later.” As she walked toward the guest bedroom, she glanced back to see if I was following. Noticing that I wasn’t, her face relaxed in an instant. I waited a moment before silently approaching the door. Peeking through the small gap, I saw them inside. Their kisses were heated, their clothes slowly falling away. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t the first time. I clenched my fists tightly, the betrayal gnawing at me like a swarm of ants. The pain was unbearable, and yet I was powerless to stop it. Sabrina had once been my secretary. Her sharp, professional demeanor had caught my attention the day we met. As we worked together, I discovered how meticulous and caring she was, not just in her job but in managing my personal life. My admiration for her grew into love. Once I realized my feelings, I didn’t hesitate to confess them. At first, she rejected me, citing the gap between our statuses. Her refusal only strengthened my resolve to win her over. After months of persistence, she finally said yes. For a time, everything was perfect. But that illusion shattered the day after I proposed. Sabrina and I had planned to shop for wedding dresses, try on makeup, and take engagement photos. As soon as we left the neighborhood, Harry mentioned he’d forgotten his phone in the restroom and needed to retrieve it. Since he had an important client to pick up later, I agreed. Sabrina lit up, saying, “I’ll grab the sapphire necklace you gave me. It’ll match the blue dress I’ve been eyeing.” Her excitement was infectious, and I didn’t think twice about letting her go. When Sabrina returned, she was crossing the street back to the car when I noticed a speeding BMW turning the corner. I jumped out to protect her, but there wasn’t enough time. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed her to safety. The car’s side mirror struck me, sending me sprawling to the ground. My head hit the pavement with a sickening thud. I thought I might die that day, but instead, I woke up blind. When Sabrina learned of my condition, she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. Or so I’d believed.
Since the accident, Sabrina had been by my side, tirelessly caring for me. At least, until tonight, she’d never given me a reason to feel uneasy. Every night, she would gently guide me to the bathroom if I needed to get up, her quiet breathing in the darkness filling me with warmth and a sense of gratitude. I couldn’t believe she would suddenly betray me. Maybe Harry had taken advantage of my blindness to threaten her. I kept making excuses for her in my mind. But the very next moment, all those excuses were obliterated, like a harsh slap across my face. Harry, half-dressed, emerged from the guest room, holding Sabrina in his arms. Her flushed face radiated a shameless glow as he carried her to the couch and laid her down, leaning over her with a smirk. “This is the real thrill,” Harry said with a grin. “You think he’ll realize what a fool he’s been?” “Don’t ruin this for me,” Sabrina replied sharply. “I’ve put up with so much just to climb higher in life. Don’t mess it up now.” “Fine, I get it,” Harry muttered, kissing her neck. Watching their intimate display, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I’d thought Sabrina and I had something real, but now it was painfully clear—I was just a pawn in her game, chosen for my wealth and status. If she had Harry and already controlled the company, why did she still act so gentle toward me every night? Confusion swirled in my mind, and I failed to notice someone entering the house from outside. Disgusted by the sight of them, I decided to retreat to my room and figure out my next steps. But as I stood, a wave of anger surged through me. Why should I suffer in silence while they indulged in their deceitful happiness? If they wanted to play dirty, then none of us would get away unscathed. “Sabrina, are you out of the shower? What’s that noise?” I called out. Harry and Sabrina froze mid-embrace, their expressions turning to shock. A second later, Harry’s face twisted with anger, and I relished his frustration. Sabrina, meanwhile, clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. Feigning obliviousness, I muttered while heading toward my room, “Could it be the dog causing trouble? Never mind, I’ll ask the caretaker to clean it up tomorrow.” As I shut my bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of Harry hurling a tissue to the floor, his expression livid. “I can’t wait anymore,” he mouthed angrily, his eyes filled with malice. “We need to act fast. This is driving me insane.” Every time? So this wasn’t the first time they’d brought their affair into my home. I laughed bitterly as tears rolled down my cheeks. How pathetic. My wife had been cheating right in front of me for a year, and I hadn’t noticed. The thought of my devotion being trampled so carelessly filled me with fury. I stormed into the bathroom, letting cold water cascade over my head, washing away the last remnants of affection I had for Sabrina. She wanted my money and my company. She feared I might jeopardize her plans and wanted me out of the picture. Fine. Let her think I was still blind. I’d be ready, waiting for them to walk right into their own trap. At that moment, I made a decision—I’d keep up the blind act and watch as they dug their own graves. And Sabrina? If she could play me, I could just as easily cut her out of my life. When I emerged from the bathroom, Sabrina was already lying in bed, feigning innocence. Fighting the revulsion rising in my chest, I lay beside her, determined not to reveal my hand. Whether it was the weight of knowing their scheme or the joy of regaining my sight, I couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, a small, delicate hand rested on my waist. I stiffened, remembering what those hands had been doing just hours ago. Anger flared, and I pushed them away. But they returned, hesitating as if uncertain. Infuriated, I grabbed the arm to force it away, only to notice a small mole on the wrist. This wasn’t Sabrina’s hand. Sabrina was meticulous about her appearance and would have had any blemish removed immediately. Startled, I turned over to see a different woman lying in the bed. “Who are you?” I demanded. Her face was streaked with tears, and she remained silent. But her familiar scent told me who she was—the woman who had always been by my side at night. Seeing my anger, she trembled and quickly grabbed her phone, typing a message. “I’m Claire Dawson, your caretaker. Your wife instructed me…” Halfway through, she tossed the phone aside and took my hand, tracing letters on my palm. She thought I still couldn’t see. Her careful movements revealed the truth: Claire was mute, having lost her voice due to a fever that had damaged her vocal cords. “Use your phone to write. I can see now,” I said gently. Her eyes widened in shock, but there was a trust in her expression that I hadn’t expected. Perhaps it was because of the nights we spent together? As she typed, the hatred boiling inside me deepened. Sabrina had orchestrated this. She thought pairing me, a blind man, with a mute caregiver would make it easier to hide her betrayal. Claire explained that she needed the money to treat her mother’s illness. That was why she had agreed to Sabrina’s terms, which required her to keep her identity a secret. Thinking back on the gratitude I’d felt for Sabrina’s care, now revealed as a lie, left me bitter. A sudden thought struck me like lightning. If tonight’s betrayal was real, what about the car accident? Could it have been planned? I replayed the details in my mind. The police had claimed brake failure caused the crash. But at the time, I had let Sabrina handle everything, consumed by my guilt and depression. What if they had orchestrated it all? Perhaps they hadn’t gotten out of the car to grab something. Maybe they were trying to lure me out. Claire noticed my distant expression and gently shook my arm, holding her phone up again. “I’m sorry for not doing enough. Please don’t send me away. I want to have this baby.” A baby? I hadn’t expected Claire to be pregnant. Regardless, I wasn’t going to abandon her. After reassuring her, I stepped out of the bedroom. Standing in front of the guest room door, I could feel my anger burning hotter with each passing moment. If they dared make a move, I would make sure they paid the price. I didn’t have to wait long—within three days, they struck.
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