After My Vision Recovered, I Found Out My Husband Betrayed Me

Long before all this, I'd noticed that Belinda had a crush on Vincent.

Whenever I chatted with him about work, she'd conveniently chime in, effortlessly stealing his attention.

Whenever she came over, she'd put on this whole innocent act, while I was just myself, completely laid-back.

In contrast, Vincent started to resent me for not playing the role of the refined lady.

I'd never been someone who would take that crap.

After blowing up at Vincent, I confronted Belinda about my feelings and hinted that she should keep her distance from him.

But instead of taking it to heart, she acted offended.

"You've got it all wrong. I'm just looking out for you! Testing his loyalty, you know?

"A celebrity's got more tricks up their sleeve than you can imagine.

"If he's unfaithful, I'm the one who's going to expose him online!"

At the time, I was too naive. I really believed Belinda was looking out for me.

Even after seeing her flirt with Vincent right in front of me under the guise of "testing him," I pretended not to see a thing.

Later, she'd constantly insist that Vincent was a good man who really cared about me.

I failed to catch the smug satisfaction in her eyes, and I fell for her lies.

Then came the car accident that left me temporarily blind.

That brief darkness opened my eyes to the truth. Belinda and Vincent had already taken their "test" to the bed!

My parents were away on vacation, and Logan was out of the country for business.

They were convinced Vincent wouldn't dare mess with me, especially with Belinda around to keep an eye on things, so there was no hurry to come back home.

Yes, my dear friend, who wouldn't dare lift a finger to help, volunteered to "take care" of me during my recovery.

That was when my suspicions started to creep in, but at the time, I thought she was just being kind-hearted.

It wasn't until Belinda's true colors began to show that I realized how wrong I had been. She had promised to care for me, but every time I reached out for help, Belinda was nowhere to be found.

In the kitchen, I could hear the faint laughter and the clinking of teeth—a telltale sign that they were all too comfortable with each other, discussing their budding romance right in front of me.

Then there was the scattered noise, the lingering scent of my friend's perfume growing stronger as it wafted closer.

A heavy feeling sank in my chest.

They had no idea that after losing my sight, my hearing and sense of smell were sharper than ever.

Without needing to ask, I could piece together exactly what they were up to.

I thought, "I'm blind, not deaf!" I clenched my fists, fighting back against their insolence.

With my family out of the house, I was left to endure this for the sake of my own safety.

Yet, they seemed to think I was dull-witted and naive, indulging in their antics right there in front of me.

I'd never been one to take nonsense lightly.

Suddenly, I stood up, catching them off guard.

I pretended to bend down, acting as if I was searching for medicine for Belinda.

Belinda was startled and suddenly raised her voice, quickly covering her mouth afterward.

"Belinda, what's wrong? Did I step on your foot or did you bump into something again?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a bit of a scare," Belinda stammered, trying to brush it off.

I smiled gently, feigning concern as I told her to take it easy.

They had the audacity to act this way in front of me!

If they enjoyed the spectacle, I was ready to see it through to the end.