No Redemption in Lies

There was also a photo from the news article. I could only imagine how happy Connor must have looked in that group picture.

I walked to the room at the end of the second-floor corridor. It was Connor’s collection room, and he often spent an entire day in there. Because I couldn’t see, he had never been guarded around me.

I pushed the door open. Then, I took out my phone and carefully photographed the entire room. After that, I uploaded the pictures online and asked netizens what they were.

Very quickly, comments began appearing under the post.

“Isn’t this painter June Austen’s artwork? It looks like the poster is a huge fan of June.”

“If you ask me, aside from the few paintings that won awards, the rest of June’s works look like a different person painted them. They’re not worth collecting at all.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of paintings. I counted. There are exactly one hundred and twenty of them.”

After reading the comments, I searched for information about June online.

Over the past two years, she had won quite a number of domestic and international awards for her work. And every time she received an award, Connor would personally attend to congratulate her.

To raise June’s reputation, Connor had even spent enormous sums of money bidding her paintings up to sky-high prices at auctions. There was even news about how June’s husband’s company had once fallen into crisis, and Pitt Group stepped in with financing to resolve it.

He truly loved June so much that he couldn’t bear to see her suffer. He was even willing to help his own romantic rival. His love for June was so pure, and I was so “moved”.

Early the next morning, I went to three different hospitals to get my eyes examined. All of them reached the same conclusion: if I underwent a cornea transplant, there was a very high chance I could regain my sight.

In fact, Connor had taken me to these same three hospitals over the past two years. However, back then, every doctor had said my condition was untreatable. Now I was certain that Connor simply didn’t want my eyesight restored.

As soon as I walked out of the hospital, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I crouched down by the roadside and burst into tears. Injustice, confusion, and pain filled me. I had endured two years of lies, and I was done with it.

After calming down, I went to a law firm and obtained two copies of the divorce papers. I placed the documents into my bag and stood by the roadside to hail a taxi.

A moment later, a car stopped in front of me, and the driver rolled down the window.

“Faye? Why are you here alone? I’m heading to Connor’s company right now. Get in. I’ll take you with me.”

It was June’s voice.

Before I could refuse, she got out of the car, grabbed my arm, and pushed me into the vehicle. The entire ride there, she didn’t stop humiliating me.

“I remember our mentor telling the whole class that you’d become a great painter someday. What a pity fate had other plans. Now that you can’t even see, how are you supposed to paint? And honestly, you should thank me. If I hadn’t rejected Connor, would you have ever had the chance to marry him? With you being blind, you’d probably struggle just to support yourself.”

The hand resting on my lap slowly clenched into a tight fist. June had taken my eyes and destroyed my life, yet she still had the nerve to say that. She and Connor were so perfectly matched.

After getting out of the car, we had barely stepped into the company building when I heard the employees whispering.

“That’s Mr. Pitt’s wife, isn’t it? Seeing her standing next to Ms. Austen… the contrast is honestly heartbreaking. One is a blind woman with a cane, and the other is a powerful career woman who walks like she owns the place.”

“No wonder Mr. Pitt always invites Ms. Austen to accompany him to events. Who would want to take a blind woman out?”

“But I heard Mr. Pitt and his wife were childhood sweethearts. Maybe he just doesn’t take her out often because he wants to protect her.”

When we stepped into the elevator, June suddenly laughed. “Oh, poor Faye. I’m starting to feel sorry for you. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to enjoy seeing this world for you.”

The anger I had been holding in for so long exploded in an instant. I threw away my cane and raised my hand, swinging it toward her face. She easily dodged the slap, but the moment the elevator doors opened, she suddenly let out a piercing scream.

“Faye! Why did you hit me?”

A second later, someone rushed into the elevator and slammed into me, knocking me to the floor. Then, they helped June up.

Connor’s voice rang out, filled with anger. “Faye, why would you attack Junie? She ran into you on the road and kindly brought you here to the company for me. Why are you acting like a lunatic?”