Three years ago, as my boyfriend was about to be hit by a car, I instinctively pushed him out of the way. When I woke up, I was blind. He promised to take care of me for the rest of my life. Three years flew by, and then, a high fever unexpectedly brought my vision back. Excited, I rushed home. But through the crack in the door, I saw my boyfriend and another woman in the living room, engaged in a very private, very physical ‘workout’. In that moment, my world crumbled. The moment Brandon’s eyes met mine, he instantly panicked, shoving the woman off him, his face a mask of tension. “Ser… Serena, you’re back.” He seemed to suddenly remember I was blind, couldn’t possibly see. A soft sigh escaped him. “Just my own nerves playing tricks,” he murmured to himself. The woman sat up casually, her bare arms snaking around his naked chest once more, her voice a seductive whisper. “Brandon, let’s pick up where we left off.” Brandon, his arm already around her waist, leaned in and kissed her back. “Just a second.” I stood at the doorway, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I felt no pain, only numbness. All I could think was, *Why? Why would he betray me?* Didn’t he promise to take care of me for the rest of my life? “Serena, weren’t you resting at the hospital? Why are you back so suddenly? And alone!” Brandon, his upper body covered in faint marks, wearing only tight boxers, walked over, his brows furrowed in concern. “You can’t see, and you’re just wandering around? What if something happened? What would I do?” His tone oozed worry. If I were still the blind girl from before, hearing those words of concern, I would have been overjoyed. But now, having seen him detach himself from another woman, repeating those same caring words he used to say to me, I felt a chilling shiver run down my spine. My face pale, I stared at this seemingly concerned Brandon, a torrent of questions bubbling inside me, but the words wouldn’t come out. Brandon reached out to steady me, guiding me further into the house. “Bran…” The woman tried to speak boldly, but one look from Brandon immediately silenced her. I noticed her eyes, when she looked at me, filled with a deep, bottomless blend of mockery, provocation, and contempt. I stood frozen, staring at the scene, utterly lost for a moment. Brandon’s movements were swift and practiced. He led me straight to the bedroom and onto the bed. “Serena, I have some things to handle. You rest in here for now. I’ll come back to you once I’m done.” No sooner had he finished speaking than he pressed a light kiss to my forehead and hurried out. After Brandon left, lying on the bed, my nose stung. My eyes instantly welled up, and tears silently, involuntarily streamed down my face. Like a glutton for punishment, I crept out, needing to confirm if Brandon really was going back to his illicit ‘session’ with that woman after rushing me back to the room. As I reached the stairwell, I heard the sounds of heavy breathing and conversations too explicit to repeat. “Brandon~~” “Veronica, you’re driving me absolutely wild~” “Who feels better? Her or me?” I gritted my teeth, a sharp pang of pain echoing in my chest. Brandon breathed heavily. “That’s obvious, isn’t it? You, of course! Why else would I be with you?” “Serena? She’s the type you marry for a quiet home life, a devoted wife and mother. But honestly, with her eyes… she’s not even fit for *that* anymore.” No wonder his parents had pushed for our marriage countless times, but he’d always remained completely indifferent. He despised me for being blind. My heart withered and died on the spot, accompanied by Veronica’s mocking laughter. Collapsing, I clapped my hands over my ears and fled the scene.
Just days ago, we were the couple everyone envied. That day, I’d stayed out a bit too long playing in the snow and came down with a high fever that night. Brandon rushed me to the hospital. Seeing my fever wouldn’t break, he dragged every doctor in the hospital to examine me. To ensure I could rest peacefully, he even booked an entire floor, guaranteeing a quiet environment. The female doctors and nurses in the hospital all envied me for having such a thoughtful boyfriend. But today, having witnessed him in bed with another woman, I felt like a fool, my love a cruel joke. The most painful part was that he had always despised me for being blind. But had he forgotten? I became blind because I saved him. I cried until my eyes were swollen, eventually losing consciousness in my tears. When I woke again, I felt someone holding me tightly. Brandon, mistaking my distress for a nightmare, gently patted my back, soothing me softly, “Don’t be scared, Serena, I’m here.” I couldn’t help but ask him, my voice thick with tears, “Brandon, will you ever betray me?” Brandon stroked my cheek, his eyes resolute as he promised: “Serena, anyone else might betray you in this life, but I never will.” “Have you forgotten? You saved my life.” Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes again, spilling down my face. *Brandon, if that’s true, then why did you betray me…?* He watched my tear-streaked face and ragged breathing, a flicker of impatience crossing his features. “Serena, what’s wrong with you?” My tears blurred his face, but I still clutched his shirt collar, managing to choke out a few words: “Why… why…” Brandon looked confused, letting out a deep sigh. Suddenly, he pressed his forehead against mine. “Serena, I swear to you, if I ever betray you, may I be struck down by lightning and die a horrible death.” I lifted my tear-filled eyes, looking directly into his. “I… I don’t want that.” Brandon frowned. “Then what do you want me to do?” “I don’t want anything. If that day truly comes, I’ll choose to leave you forever.” Brandon paused, then laughed. “You’d leave me? Are you sure you could?” “Don’t forget, you can’t see. How will you live on your own without me?” I clenched my hands. “Brandon, I’m serious.” Brandon seemed to find it incredibly amusing, laughing uncontrollably. “Alright, alright, whatever you say.” Suddenly, he stopped laughing, reaching out to wave a hand in front of my eyes. Seeing no reaction from me, he subtly let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, it’s getting late. Can you go to sleep now, like a good girl?” I nodded, slowly closing my eyes. About fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. I felt a gaze on me. Brandon, thinking I was asleep, cautiously opened the door, keeping his voice low. “Veronica, what are you doing here?” Veronica’s voice held a whining, seductive tone. “Brandon, I want you to stay with me tonight~” I slightly opened my eyes, peering through the gap to see Veronica in a sheer nightdress, her arm linked with Brandon’s, her body almost pressed against his. She said in a tempting voice, “Come on~~ Don’t you like this? Don’t you want me?” Brandon’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. “You really are a tormenting little devil. I just finished with you this evening, and you’re already craving more!” Veronica feigned resistance but then actively enticed him, taking a few steps away before throwing him a provocative glance. “Are you coming or not~?” Brandon was instantly drawn in, following her. He even forgot to close the bedroom door.
Five minutes later, I quietly slipped out and took photos and videos of Brandon’s infidelity. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed Veronica’s gaze suddenly land on me. First, a flicker of surprise, then her eyes quickly filled with defiance and smug satisfaction. I intended to turn and walk away immediately, but then I heard her say, “Brandon, my birthday is the day after tomorrow. Could you give me a wedding?” Brandon, though still busy with her, seemed to maintain a certain degree of self-control. “No.” Veronica tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, pleading, “Even if it’s just a nominal wedding, we don’t need to get a marriage license…” Brandon refused without hesitation. Veronica seemed very displeased. She violently pushed him away from her, refusing his closeness. Seeing Brandon, still consumed by desire, he immediately softened and began to coax Veronica. I turned and left, no longer needing to hear more. I woke up early the next morning to see Brandon dressed in a crisp suit, adjusting himself in front of the mirror. He noticed I was awake, walked over to me with his tie, and held it out. “Serena, can you tie my tie?” I froze. Before I could react, he mumbled to himself, “Oh, how foolish of me. I forgot you can’t see.” He stood before me, tied his tie in a flash, then ruffled my hair. “Serena, I have to work overtime at the company later, so I won’t be able to stay with you today.” With that, he leaned down, intending to kiss my lips. But the images of him and Veronica flashed in my mind, and I involuntarily turned my head away. Brandon frowned slightly, calling my name with a hint of suspicion. “Serena?” I calmly responded, “Hmm? What is it?” Brandon gave me a questioning look, then glanced down at his watch. “Nothing, I’m off.” I replied blandly, “Okay.” After he left, I washed up and went downstairs, only to find Veronica still there. She walked straight towards me, waving her hand in front of my face. I maintained my act of blindness, my gaze vacant. Veronica chuckled softly: “Serena, Brandon’s not here, so why are you still pretending?” “I saw you peeking at our door last night.” “Since you already know about Brandon and me, you should leave him sooner rather than later.” “You don’t know yet, do you? I’m already pregnant with his child.” “You heard it last night. He’s going to give me a wedding. He’s going to marry me.” I had intended to continue my act of blindness, to see what Brandon would do when he thought I couldn’t see. But now, being provoked by Brandon’s mistress like this, I had no patience left to keep up the charade. I was about to retort when I heard Brandon’s voice from the entryway. “Serena, did you fall coming downstairs?” I slowly turned around and gently shook my head. “No, thankfully Ms. Veronica helped me down.” “But, when did Ms. Veronica arrive at our house?” Brandon glared at Veronica, then quickly walked over to help me, explaining, “She… she’s the nanny I hired to look after you.” I put on a facade of realization. “Oh, so she’s the nanny.” Veronica immediately bristled, about to retort, “Who’s the…” Brandon swiftly let go of me, clapped a hand over her mouth, and whispered close to her ear, “Shut up.” I tilted my head, feigning confusion. “Brandon, is something wrong?” Brandon mumbled vaguely, “Nothing…” I raised my hands, preparing to take a few steps forward. Brandon hastily pushed Veronica away, anxiously gripping my hand. “Serena, be careful.” I smiled. “Brandon, didn’t you say you were going to the company to work overtime? Why are you back?” Brandon casually lied, “I just came back to grab a few things.” But I noticed him subtly signal Veronica to leave first. He then helped me to the sofa. “You sit for a bit. I’ll be right back.” Next, he pulled Veronica aside and quietly told her, “You leave first.” Veronica shot me a contemptuous glance, then stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Brandon’s neck, and fiercely kissed his lips. After a steamy ten seconds, the two slowly separated. Veronica gave me a cunning smile, then turned to leave. As she walked out, I heard her tell Brandon, “I’ll wait for you outside.” My tightly clenched hand relaxed, and I slowly stood up, my gaze falling on Brandon. I called him softly, “Brandon.” Brandon was clearly startled, his brow furrowing slightly. “What is it?” “Nothing, just wanted to know if you were still here.” Brandon walked over to me and gently ruffled my hair. “Of course I’m here. I’ve already got my things. You be careful by yourself at home.” I feigned a hint of confusion in my voice. “Hmm? By myself? Didn’t you hire a nanny to look after me?” I deliberately raised my voice. “Ms. Veronica? Ms. Veronica?” Brandon froze, a flicker of exasperation crossing his face. “Oh, Ms. Veronica just told me she had something to do and took the day off.” Such a flimsy excuse. Did he really think I couldn’t tell? However, I had no intention of exposing him. I feigned ignorance, saying with a hint of regret, “Well, that’s truly a shame.”
After he left, I booked a flight abroad for myself. It was set for tomorrow. Next, I called a home cleaning service to thoroughly clean the entire house. Meanwhile, I began to sort through all my belongings in this house, each item holding a memory. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I discarded what needed to be discarded and donated what could be donated, as if severing ties with pieces of my past self. Finally, my gaze slowly fell on the ring on my middle finger—our old promise, now a cruel mockery. Three years ago, I woke up after the car accident to find myself blind. In that moment, my world crumbled. The fear and despair washed over me like a tide, making it almost impossible to breathe. At that time, I was heartbroken and didn’t want to see anyone. But Brandon, despite everything, came to the hospital day after day, waiting for me. His worry and care were like a ray of winter sunshine, warming my frozen heart again. However, because of my blindness, I felt I no longer deserved him and consistently refused to see him. Until Brandon, holding a ring, knelt before my wheelchair, his voice choked with emotion, saying: “Serena, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault you became like this. From now on, let me protect you, be your eyes, okay?” They say a man’s tears are a rare sight. That day, his tears fell for me. Brandon truly used to be good. When someone mocked me for being blind, he always stepped forward without hesitation to protect me. When someone called me a burden, he would tightly hold my hand and firmly tell those people that I was his lucky star, and without me, he wouldn’t be where he was today. He didn’t care about the gossip, always holding my hand and promising to take care of me for the rest of his life. Yet now, he seemed to have forgotten those initial vows. My nose still stung a little, but I told myself, *It’s over.* I lost my sight for three years saving him. And he, too, took diligent care of me for three years. Now that my eyes were healed, we were even. The next day. Brandon hadn’t returned home all night. I learned from a message Veronica sent me that they were celebrating their impending child. It turned out Brandon wasn’t working overtime at the company yesterday. He was accompanying Veronica for a hospital check-up. Veronica’s ultrasound photos, clearly saved in my phone’s gallery, served as a stark reminder of the truth. Just as I was picking up my luggage, preparing to leave, Brandon’s call came in. “Serena, I’ve sent someone to pick you up. Can you come to a certain place?” Veronica’s message from last night immediately flashed in my mind: [Serena, Brandon and I are getting married tomorrow. After tomorrow, Brandon will completely abandon you.] I looked back at the place I had lived for three years. It was time to say a proper goodbye to Brandon. “Okay, send the address.” For some reason, Brandon felt a strange unease. But Veronica was urging him, so he suppressed the odd feeling welling up in his chest. “I’ve already sent someone to pick you up. They should be arriving soon.” I couldn’t help but sneer. *He’s already sent someone, and he’s still asking for my opinion.* “Fine.” Upon arriving at the hotel, Brandon, dressed in a sharp groom’s suit, was waiting at the entrance for me. As soon as he saw me, he anxiously said, “Serena, this is a friend’s wedding. Just sit quietly for a bit, and I’ll come find you.” I continued to feign blindness, nodding and letting him lead me into what I knew was his and Veronica’s wedding venue. The red carpet was covered in rose petals, and both sides were adorned with photos of their ‘loving’ moments. Many people who knew me were there, and they all cast sympathetic glances my way. The wedding proceeded smoothly. Brandon on the stage kept sneaking glances my way, while Veronica occasionally shot me triumphant yet jealous looks. I calmly ate the delicious food at the wedding banquet. Honestly, even if there were only a few tables, the food was excellent. Suddenly, Veronica, perhaps unable to bear my calm demeanor any longer, grabbed the microphone and announced loudly: “Serena, why are you still pretending to be blind?! You can clearly see! Aren’t you furious to see Brandon marrying me?!” Brandon’s heart lurched. He stared at Veronica in disbelief. “What did you say? Serena can see?” Brandon nervously grabbed Veronica’s shoulders, demanding an answer. Veronica flashed a seductive smile:
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