Discovering His Mistress Faked Blindness to Steal My Eyes

Refusing to donate my corneas to my husband's childhood sweetheart, Augustus flicked ash into my eyes as punishment, damaging my retinas. My vision blurred, but his cruelty didn’t stop there.

He threatened me with our unborn child.

"If you don’t give up your eyes, I’ll use our child's instead. After all, both of you rely on me, so what difference does it make if you can see or not?"

Khloe, the childhood sweetheart, chimed in pitifully, “Seraphina, you have Augustus to take care of you. I’m not like you. I still need to earn a living with my own hands. I can’t be without my sight.”

After four years of dating and three years of marriage, I finally saw the man lying beside me for who he truly was.

I chose to terminate the pregnancy, filed for divorce, and bought a ticket to Paris. It was time I started living for myself.

“Celeste, is there any vacancy in your company’s design department?”

My friend Celeste Taylor dropped everything she was doing at the other end of the call and practically squealed with excitement.

“Seraphina, you finally came around! Our boss was so impressed with you a few years ago and made you such a great offer, but you didn’t even consider it. You have such unparalleled embroidery skills, yet you chose to settle down for that man named Hernandez.”

At the mention of Augustus, a wave of emotions washed over me. I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and spoke without tears, “I plan to divorce him. I was blind before, wasting my love and time.”

She sensed my disappointment and quickly comforted me, before passionately exclaiming, “Everyone knew how good you were to him, and he dared to betray you! Stop talking about it and come to Paris immediately. There are plenty of people better and more attractive than him here. No need to tie yourself to one bad match!”

Efficient as ever, she arranged everything for my move to Paris; all I had to do was get on the plane.

As I hung up, Augustus walked in. He only heard me saying goodbye, rubbed his tired brow, and tossed his briefcase next to me with a question.

“Who was that on the phone? You didn’t even come to the door to help me take off my shoes.”

I casually opened the email Celeste had sent me about the job position, checked the salary, and replied, “Just a friend.”

In the past, he would’ve grabbed my wrist, demanding to know which friend—male or female. But now, his whole mind was on his sweetheart, Khloe, who was suffering from an eye condition and needed constant care. Lately, Augustus had been running back and forth between the office and the hospital, rarely coming home and looking exhausted.

He loosened his tie and walked into the living room, expecting, as usual, a table full of hot, delicious food.

Instead, the ornate glass chandelier reflected off a spotless white marble table, empty and bare.

The anger he’d been holding back since walking in finally erupted.

“Seraphina, I work hard to support you at home, and you do nothing all day. I mean, you can’t even manage the basics. I come home from the hospital, and there’s not even a hot meal waiting for me!”

“Marrying you was a waste; I should’ve married a maid. I asked you to give your corneas to Khloe. What's the issue? Your eyes would be a waste on you; she can use them to create value.”

I rose from the sofa and coldly stared at him. His face, twisted with anger, was a far cry from the Augustus I once knew.

“You don’t call, and when you suddenly come home, you still expect a feast? I know you’re always tending to Khloe, but can you tell her not to covet other people’s things so much? My eyes might be useless to you, but they’re mine.”

He paused, perhaps remembering the call he meant to make before returning home, which had slipped his mind during Khloe’s playful coaxing.

Staring into my dim, calm eyes devoid of their former brilliance, he cleared his throat, realizing he’d overstepped.

“I know you’re just jealous and saying things out of anger. I’m your husband for life. She’s just my sister; she went blind suddenly and needs someone around. You’re her sister-in-law and older. Can’t you be magnanimous?”

“We’ll talk about the eyes later. If we find a suitable donor, I won’t make you suffer through this.”

Then he changed the subject, asking with unexpected concern, “Is your eye okay?”

A few days ago, his attitude was different. He’d called demanding I come to a private hospital. Worried something had happened, I rushed down the stairs, sprained my ankle but hobbled quickly to the hospital.

I walked in to find him tenderly caressing Khloe’s pale face. He looked at me with disdain and demanded I give my eyes to Khloe.

When I refused, he punished me by gripping my chin, imprisoning me in his arms, forcing me to keep my eyes open as he flicked ash into them.

He didn't know the warmth of the ash left my vision blurry and ruined my journey home.