Blind No More，I Chose to Divorce

My stomach churned. A wave of nausea I'd never felt before.

Fiona saw the look on my face and rushed toward me, her own face a mask of worry.

The moment she got close, all I could smell was Leo's cheap perfume,made me want to vomit.

I shoved her away. Still playing the part, I fumbled my way into the bathroom.

It turns out my body has also started to reject Sophina's approach.

"Javier?" Her voice, laced with panic, came from outside the door. "What's wrong?"

I gripped the sink, trying to catch my breath.

That's when I saw it. In the trash can.

A prenatal report. Fiona's name was on it. Three months along.

The word "PREGNANT" seemed to be mocking me.

There were no tears. Just a cold, bottomless agony that hollowed me out.

Fiona and I hadn't slept together in six months.

Ever since I was injured, she always said I needed rest.

And now, she was pregnant with another man's child. That lowlife bodyguard's kid.

My heart felt like it had been smashed with a hammer, every piece bleeding.

Fiona rushed in, panicked, and wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"Javier, what is it? What hurts?"

"You pushed me away... My heart stopped."

Her arms trembled around my waist, holding me tighter, as if I might vanish.

One second, she's in bed with another man. The next, she's playing the loving wife for me.

Fiona, you're one hell of an actress.

I pried her hands off me and put some distance between us. "It's probably my stomach. I haven't had much of an appetite."

I didn't know when I'd learned to lie so easily. I used to despise people like that. Now, I'd become one of them.

My words sent Fiona into a panic.

Normally a neat freak, she didn't care that I was covered in vomit.She grabbed me again, holding me tight.

"Javier, I'm sorry. I've been so busy with the Family's art auction, I haven't been taking care of you."

Her body was pressed against my back. I could feel the softness of her breasts.

All I felt was disgust.

She turned me around, cupped my face, her brow furrowed with pain.

She led me back to the bedroom, took out a new set of pajamas, and tried to help me change into them.

But for the first time, I pulled away from her touch.

"I can do it myself."

Fiona froze.

In three years of marriage, I had never once refused her help.

"Javier... Are you angry with me? Blaming me for not being there for you?"she asked, her voice cautious.

I didn't answer.

I just mechanically stripped off the clothes tainted with her smell and threw them in the hamper.

"It's your birthday tomorrow." Fiona came to my side, tucking me in gently. "I'll clear my schedule. I'll be with you all day. We can go to that Italian place you love. I've arranged a private concert for you, with your favorite cellist."

The queen of Chicago's underworld, ruthless and feared, now so desperate and meek.

A harsh, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Was this my good fortune, or my curse?

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears. The exhaustion of the day pulled me toward sleep.

Just before I drifted off, Fiona's phone rang.

She answered it fast, her voice low. "What?"

"You soaked my shirt," Leo's lazy voice purred through the phone. "It smells like you."

His tone was pure seduction.

"Bring me a new set, will you? I'm waiting for you, my queen."

Fiona glanced down at me, making sure I was "asleep."

Then she leaned over, kissed my forehead, and slipped silently out of the room.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The tears finally broke free.

Now I understood.

Leo was living here. In the guest wing.

And I was the blind fool in the middle of their game.

I tried to calm myself.

It's okay. One more week and I'm free of all this.

Free of this place filled with lies and betrayal.

Free of the woman I once loved, and now wished I'd never see again.