Ever since I had lost my sight in a car accident a year ago, I felt something was off at home.
Even though the only ones living in our home were me and Willy, I could always sense the presence of a stranger.
Willy said it was just my imagination and I believed him.
Until one day, I unexpectedly regained my sight and discovered that another woman had already moved into our home. She was Willy’s true love and her belly was already heavily swollen.
“Willy, when will you divorce that blind woman? I don’t care about the title, but the baby needs a legitimate identity!”
“My dear, soon, soon. Just be patient a little longer…”
Watching them kiss so passionately, my heart turned to ashes.
It’s time to end this.
I decided to fake my death and disappear completely from his world.
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While in the bathroom, I accidentally slipped and unexpectedly discovered that I had regained my sight.
Hanging on the wall was a bathrobe belonging to a strange woman, the sink was cluttered with unfamiliar women’s cosmetics and the trash can held several used condoms.
I was stunned. Was I dreaming?
Before I could collect myself, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Voices, deliberately hushed, followed.
“Elena, make sure not to make any noise when you come in!”
“It’s so late; that blind woman must already be asleep. No need to be so cautious!”
As I stepped out of the bathroom, Willy pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing me, he looked visibly uneasy. "Honey, you're still awake?"
I clenched my fingertips tightly, forcing a calm facade and widened my blank, sightless eyes. "I napped too long this afternoon, so I’m not tired!"
Elena clung to Willy’s arm affectionately, deliberately rising on tiptoe to bite his Adam’s apple and kiss the corner of his lips while he spoke.
Willy, his breathing quickening, couldn’t resist. He picked her up and set her on the shoe cabinet, silently lifting her skirt.
Elena looked over Willy’s shoulder at me, her eyes filled with smugness and disdain.
She whispered softly into Willy's ear, "This is so thrilling, I love it! We've never tried doing it in front of her before..."
Willy quickly covered her mouth, signaling her to keep quiet.
The two of them kissed fervently, as if performing a silent play.
Despair gripped my heart like a suffocating vine. Swallowing the piercing pain, I asked softly, "Willy, why aren’t you saying anything?"
He reluctantly pulled away from Elena’s passionate kiss, his voice hoarse as he replied, "I’m a little tired. I want to take a shower first. You should go to bed."
As he spoke, he carried Elena and slipped into the bathroom.
In his haste, he bumped into my shoulder without even noticing. Elena casually flipped her hair, the tips brushing against my cheek with perfect precision.
I felt as though I had fallen into an icy abyss, my hands and feet turning cold in an instant.
The sound of running water couldn’t completely drown out the joyous moans of the two inside.
“Be gentler, gentler... I’m still carrying the baby…”
"Keep your voice down!"
A wave of nausea hit me hard. Stumbling, I rushed toward the master bedroom's bathroom, but as I passed through the living room, I noticed even more traces of Elena.
The green plants on the balcony, my hand-drawn sketches and the Disney limited-edition set I spent years collecting—all were gone.
In their place were a treadmill, a white rocking chair and various little ornaments.
Even the giant wedding photo on the wall had been replaced with one of Willy and Elena.
I was supposed to be the mistress of this home, yet I felt like an unwelcome intruder.
A fire ignited in my chest, burning so fiercely that I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.
My stomach was completely empty, leaving me dry-heaving. My face was damp, though I couldn’t tell if it was from cold sweat or tears.
It was a long while before Willy and Elena finally emerged from the bathroom.
