You Murdered My Mother for Your Mistres, Now You Must Pay the Price

"Your eyes are temporarily blind. The doctor said it will recover one day, so don't overthink it," Henry said calmly as he handed a glass of water directly into my hand.

"Blind," I murmured.

Everything that happened yesterday was still vivid in my mind and Henry's nonchalant attitude made my chest feel as if it were on fire.

Suddenly, I clenched the cup tightly and then threw it straight onto the floor. "Henry, now that I'm blind, are you secretly relieved? Because this way, I can't see you and Willa … "

"Slap!"

Before I could finish speaking, Henry slapped me hard across the face.

Then, he let out a low growl. "Can you stop being so unreasonable? You were the one running around recklessly, causing your own blindness. Who else is there to blame? If Willa hadn't shown up yesterday, I might have been the one hit!"

I couldn't hear anything after that; my head was buzzing. Surprisingly, the resentment in my heart suddenly vanished.

It turned out that once you truly give up on someone, no matter how disgusting their actions were, you no longer feel sad.

I remained silent, trying to feel my way off the bed.

"Where are you going? I'll take you. It's not convenient for you to walk right now; you'll fall easily," Henry said.

He tried to support my arm, but repeated despair made me instinctively reject his touch. I pushed him away forcefully. "No need, I can walk by myself. I don't need your cheap concern."

Willa lost her temper then. She rushed over and shoved me straight to the ground, causing my head to slam against the bedpost.

The pain was so intense that I saw stars and it took me a long time to recover.

"Suzanne! Are you crazy? Henry was just trying to take care of you. Why did you push him?"

Not satisfied even after saying that, she slapped me again.

Lowering my head, I covered my dizzy forehead as a sharp ringing filled my ears.

Henry's tone turned irritated as he coldly looked down at me lying on the floor. "Suzanne, the doctor said you can go home to recover. I hope you'll be sensible and stop causing trouble for others. After all, tomorrow is our wedding."

As he spoke, he wrapped one arm around Willa's waist and stroked her head comfortingly with the other.

I shook my head and looked up at Henry. Suddenly, the pitch-black world turned bright. Then, the silhouettes of Henry and Willa gradually became clear before my eyes.

I stood there stunned, a huge joy quietly blooming in my heart.

Fortunately, neither of them noticed anything unusual. So I continued pretending to be blind, groping in front of me with both hands as I used the bed rail to stand up.

Seeing that I remained silent, Henry frowned slightly and stared fixedly into my eyes, his tone sharpening with frustration. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

At that moment, Willa was leaning against Henry. When she met my gaze, she instinctively shrank back.

Noticing her movement, Henry glanced at me again and whispered softly in her ear. "Don't worry. She can't see anything."

He then buried his face in Willa's neck, kissing her more and more passionately.

Their lips and tongues intertwined and the fabric of the sofa sank under their weight, producing muffled sounds. One of Willa's high heels was kicked aside carelessly and landed almost near my feet.

I stood before them, watching silently, my face was calm and expressionless.

"Henry, stop it. We still have important business to attend to."

With a gentle push from Willa, Henry regained his composure. His voice now carried a deliberately softened warmth as he walked over to me and pulled out a document.

"You need to sign the discharge papers in person and this afternoon I'll take you to try on wedding dresses," Henry said, shoving a prepared pen into my hand.

Staring at the organ donation agreement and property transfer document in my hands, I gripped the pen tightly. Even my breathing carried despair and sorrow.

Henry was stripping me of everything and all the years of our relationship now felt like nothing but a cruel joke.

"Alright, but I'm thirsty now. Could you pour me a cup of hot water?" I set down the pen, casually making an excuse.

Willa, standing not far away, rolled her eyes and poured a cup of hot water, handing it to Henry with some dissatisfaction.

Because the cup itself was scalding hot, my hand trembled slightly as I took it. Just as I expected, Willa wouldn't bother giving me water at the right temperature.

I feigned a tremor, letting the scalding water spill directly onto my hand and the organ donation agreement.

"Ouch!"