Blinded by Betrayal,The Billionaire's Vengeful Wife

Three years into my marriage, I stumbled upon the truth about my blindness.

Breathless, intimate sounds spilled from the study.

Every drop of blood in my body ran cold as I heard Stephanie Fox's coy, wheedling voice.

"You gave me Joanna Pruitt's corneas. How come you won't give me the title of Mrs. Mercer?"

Dominic Mercer's laugh was dripping with indulgence.

"You already have me and the baby. Why bother fighting her over a title?"

"Think of it as my way of making it up to you for staging that car accident and taking her corneas."

Bile surged up my throat. I gripped the pregnancy test in my hand until my knuckles ached.

After the accident stole my sight, I could never pick up my beloved paintbrush again. I'd wanted to end it all. Slashed wrists. A rooftop ledge. A fistful of sleeping pills.

It was Dominic who held my hand through the darkness, who married me against his parents' wishes and swore he'd take care of me for the rest of my life.

I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from retching and dialed that number.

"Mr. Sanchez, if you can help me get my eyes back, I'll restore that painting for you."

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Tristan Sanchez agreed without hesitation.

"Give me three days. Once I'm back in the country, I'll have an answer you'll be satisfied with."

I braced myself against the cold wall and felt my way back to the bedroom, guided by nothing but memory.

I had barely sat down when Josephine Lambert came in carrying a bowl of herbal broth.

"Mr. Mercer is going to be so happy when he hears the little surprise."

My throat was parched. I had no idea how to respond.

Josephine didn't notice anything off. She placed the spoon in my hand, her tone wistful.

"If it weren't for that accident all those years ago..."

A frigid male voice cut her off before she could finish.

"Josephine, didn't I tell you never to bring that up again?"

I fell into a warm embrace.

Dominic touched my hands and squeezed them, his voice laced with concern.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Josephine hurried to pass me the warm broth, her brow furrowed deep.

"Here, hold the bowl to warm your hands. With the preg—"

My heart leapt into my throat. I cut her off before she could finish.

"Josephine, you can go now."

Warm breath grazed the side of my neck. Dominic squeezed my palm gently.

"Keeping secrets from me?"

I forced the corners of my lips upward and slipped my hand from his, casual enough not to raise suspicion.

"Just something small. Nothing worth troubling you over."

Only moments ago, I had believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

A husband who didn't resent me for my blindness. Tender and attentive in every way.

After three years of acupuncture and careful conditioning, my body had finally cooperated, and I was carrying our baby.

But now I saw it for what it really was: a cold, hollow lie.

Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them.

Dominic noticed the shift in my mood immediately. He fumbled to wipe my cheeks dry.

"Sweetheart, are you hurting somewhere?"

I fought to contain the ache splitting open inside my chest, my voice cracking.

"Dominic, the driver who caused the accident... he really went to prison, didn't he?"

He kissed the shell of my ear, his voice low and coaxing.

"Of course. Anyone who hurts my wife doesn't get an ounce of mercy from me."

My nails dug crescents into my palms. I wanted nothing more than to rip that mask off his face and scream every question burning inside me.

He had told me Stephanie Fox was his late mentor's orphaned daughter, that he only thought of her as a little sister.

He would never betray what we had.

But the moment Stephanie moved in, Dominic used her blind right eye and her fear of the dark as an excuse to move me out of the master bedroom, the one with the best light in the house.

He had forgotten.

Back when he was first starting his company, thugs came looking for trouble. I shielded him and lost an eye for it.

My vision had been weak ever since. The moment daylight faded even slightly, the world dissolved into nothing.

After I moved to the smaller bedroom, I was constantly stumbling, my body mottled with bruises.

So his heart had already started to stray, even back then.

That was why I had to take my eyes back. It was the only way I could protect my baby.