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

They were truly taken aback by my sudden movement, and Vincent's voice was thick with concern as he immediately offered to help Belinda rest.

I nodded from my spot on the couch, waiting for them to leave before exhaling a breath filled with frustration.

All my life, I had been the golden child, cherished and pampered by my parents.

Even Logan, the heir to a business empire, tiptoed around me, always concerned about my moods.

I had never felt this much indignation before!

If only they weren't still overseas, I wouldn't have to put up with this nonsense.

I fiercely wiped away my tears.

Luckily, I knew the layout of this villa like the back of my hand, allowing me to navigate around confidently.

"Vincent, do you think Amy is really blind? I feel like she's caught on to something..." Belinda's voice trailed off, a hint of concern in her tone.

Vincent snickered, full of bravado. "Come on, there's no way! With her terrible temper, if she saw you naked in my arms, she would blow up!

"Trust me, I know her better than anyone. We're just having a little fun on the side.

"She loves me too much to admit anything! Remember last time when you tested me? She convinced herself that we were never a possibility!

"Yesterday, she didn't even notice when we both slipped out to use the bathroom, and she's such an idiot..."

Their conversation rolled into my ears with shocking clarity, and I felt my heart race.

In the past, Vincent had been rough around the edges with me, but my infatuation always found a way to gloss over his rudeness.

I excused his behavior, convincing myself that it was just a man's pride. But the reality was that my indulgence had spoiled Vincent, inflating his ego beyond what was reasonable and giving him the audacity to overstep boundaries.

I had been foolish, blinded by the warm glow of love and friendship.

I collected my scattered thoughts and made my way back to the living room.

Little did they know, I was not one to be trifled with.

They had forgotten that I had once elevated Vincent to this very position!

I could easily lift him up, but I could also bring him crashing down.

And Belinda?

I wouldn't let this pair of lovers off easy.

But first, I had to ensure my own safety until my family returned.

After all, I was still navigating a world without sight.

For over two weeks, my blindness had become their excuse to revel and ignore me.

I could only throw a few sarcastic remarks their way when I "checked" on them, interrupting their little trysts and relishing the discomfort I brought them.

As the days wore on, Vincent's simmering anger was palpable every time he jumped at my presence.

One evening, while I was standing on the balcony enjoying the cool breeze, I suddenly felt a weight of footsteps behind me.

Before I could react, someone shoved me hard, almost sending me tumbling off the ledge.

My head smacked against the railing, and though I wasn't bleeding, a sizable bruise was forming.

I collapsed on the ground, gripping the railing in fright, crying.

Vincent's voice broke through the panic. He claimed he hadn't seen me and had accidentally bumped into me while moving things around.

I bit back the immediate rage, adopting the demeanor of a frightened little girl as I clung tightly to him. "Vincent, I'm so scared! I don't know what I'd do if I fell..."

Vincent said with a chuckle, patting my back soothingly, "Amy, don't worry! From now on, I'll be your eyes.

"You know, a man like me who sticks by his disabled wife is a rarity. It's something you'd only see in a soap opera!"

Vincent completely missed the shift in my feelings, blissfully unaware of the wall I was building between us.

They had grown so confident, assuming my blindness made them untouchable.

But their good times wouldn't last.

That little collision with Vincent unexpectedly sped up my recovery process!