Discovering His Mistress Faked Blindness to Steal My Eyes

I shook my head, trying to shake off the somber mood, suppressing the sharp pang in my chest as I clutched the Victorian-style nightgown I was folding. Just a month ago, I had tried to be thoughtful, baking a spiced honey cake to bring over and check on Khloe's health.

However, what I found was laughter echoing from the mansion in the Alps, where Augustus's old friends had gathered to cheer Khloe up with a party. They played games, constantly nudging Augustus and Khloe closer together.

Amid the lively music, a friend chuckled, "Augustus, remember when you were a kid and wished for Khloe to be your girlfriend? Has that wish come true now?"

Standing outside on the lawn, concealed by shadows, my body trembled as I hoped for him to clarify, to say something that would allow me to delude myself—that Augustus was just honoring an old friendship. But he didn't.

When Khloe tightened her grip on his arm, he smiled and nodded.

The room erupted in celebration, with everyone raising their glasses in a toast, urging the two to share a kiss. My blood rushed to my head in a heated fury, and I pressed the doorbell forcefully.

The door swung open to Augustus's frown. "What are you doing here? Didn't I say I wouldn’t be home tonight? Don't ruin the vibe," he muttered with disdain.

Turning back to wave off the curious glances from his friends, he shut the door on my wounded expression.

When asked who I was, he merely took a sip of red wine, his long lashes casting a shadow over his indifferent face. "Just someone asking for directions," he replied nonchalantly.