The day I regained my sight, I saw my boyfriend making out with another woman in front of me. Chapter 1

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.