My husband claimed to suffer from face blindness. It was his excuse for mistaking twenty different women for his wife. The first time, he held his intern’s face in the cubicle, locked in a scorching kiss. The second time, he and his assistant shared our marital bed, sleeping intimately side by side. The third time, he had his arms wrapped around the campus queen from the dance department, rolling around scandalously on the emerald green lawn… Each time, I showed him our marriage license. Each time, he collapsed at my feet, sobbing. “Anya, please don’t leave me. I truly thought they were you.” So I tried to make it easier for him. I wore the same style of clothes every day. I even let him draw a special heart on my cheek – a secret code, just for us. Everything changed when his ex-lover Blair Ashton returned to the country. She was the one woman who had always held a dark, dangerous sway over him. I watched him weave through the crowded airport, move with purpose, and pull her into a tight embrace, calling out her name with undeniable intimacy. “Blair, welcome home.” It hit me then. He didn’t have face blindness at all. He only went blind when he looked at me. In that moment, I slipped off my wedding ring, my heart finally, utterly dead.
My husband Julian Vance brought Blair back to our house. The moment he saw me, his face registered utter innocence. “Who are you? Why are you in my house?” “I’m warning you, don’t even think about messing with my wife and me. Get out, now.” At that point, I had no interest in even showing him our marriage certificate. I stared intently into his eyes, searching for a flicker of shame, a hint of guilt. All I found was cold disdain, outright scorn. In that instant, a hollow laugh bubbled up. How incredibly stupid and pathetic I must have been. He must have reveled in it, treating me like a fool for three years, probably laughing behind my back. Serves you right, you naive, love-struck idiot. You deserved to be fooled. I felt an irresistible urge to see if Julian had any conscience left. My voice was chilling as I unveiled our brutal past. “Julian, your face blindness is acting up again. You’ve brought the daughter of your enemy into our home.” “Six years ago, she teamed up with Liam Thompson, the heir of the Thompson family – the Vance Group’s bitter rivals. They framed the Vance family for smuggling, leading to the collapse of Vance Group and the tragic death of Mr. Vance, your father.” “Have you forgotten? When you confronted her, she had her bodyguards pin you down in the pouring rain, beating you mercilessly. They broke your leg and three ribs. That traumatic event was what triggered your face blindness.” That bloody truth had only happened six years ago. I refused to believe he could have forgotten. A flicker of emotion seemed to cross Julian’s face. Before he could speak, Blair cut in. “Honey, you just gave me all those hickeys on my neck. You even Snapped me, saying you’d only love me for this lifetime. Have you forgotten?” With that, she pulled open her collar, exposing a swath of red marks on her neck, staring at me with a triumphant, challenging smirk. Blair then looped her arm through Julian’s. “Honey, I love you. I swore to you, no matter what you do, I’ll be by your side, without an ounce of complaint or regret.” Julian’s face softened with affection. He pulled her into a tight embrace. “Good. This time, I’ll make sure you can never leave me.” Then, he shouted at me, his voice laced with fury. “Who the hell are you, you fraud? I might be face-blind, but I’m not stupid. I still remember my wife’s scent.” “Get out, now.” The bodyguards started to move towards me, ready to physically remove me. Blair smiled at me, a chilling, sinister smile. “Honey, we can’t just kick her out. What if she’s a trap set by an enemy to gather dirt on you?” “I think it’s best to lock her up and interrogate her thoroughly. Leave no loose ends.” Julian nodded. He turned to the bodyguards, his voice cold. “Take her to the basement. Use the tools. Don’t let her out until she confesses who’s behind this.”
The bodyguards hesitated, looking from me to Julian, then back to me. Finally, one couldn’t help but speak. “Mr. Vance, she’s truly Mrs. Vance, not a fraud.” Julian erupted in a furious rage. He kicked the bodyguard, sending him sprawling. “Idiot! You think I don’t recognize my own wife? Tell me, have you all been bought off by her?” At his words, the bodyguards dared not argue further. They dragged me towards the basement. With a loud thud, I was thrown onto the cold, concrete floor. The bodyguards looked at me with an air of regret. “Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance is having one of his episodes again. We have no choice but to offend you.” Then, one of them pulled out a whip from the basement wall and brought it down hard. A searing pain ripped through me. “Tell us, who sent you, you spy?” the bodyguards yelled, their voices intentionally loud. I noticed the hesitant movements of their whips, realizing they were holding back. As a bodyguard slowly raised the whip for a second strike, Blair appeared at the top of the stairs, arm-in-arm with Julian. “Are you all just standing around? Didn’t you eat anything?” At Blair’s displeased voice, Julian’s face also darkened with anger. “Beat her harder! Make her confess who’s behind this!” The bodyguards had no choice but to crack their whips, delivering several swift blows. My skin tore, blood spattering on the grimy concrete.
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