The Taste of Sweet Karma

The Taste of Sweet Karma

Gavin

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For seven years, I was his eyes, his hands, his constant companion. I nursed Ethan through his blindness, celebrated his sight's return, and eventually became his lover. I truly believed our bond, forged in his darkness and my unwavering devotion, was unbreakable. But in the quiet bubble of his Escalade, I clearly understood every crisp Spanish word he spoke into his tablet. He told his best friend, Ben, that his elopement with Victoria, the woman who abandoned him when he went blind, was set for tomorrow. He chuckled, assuring Ben, "Sarah doesn't need to know. She'll always be there. She's not going anywhere." My breath hitched as Vicky's brazen Instagram pictures of her marriage license confirmed their triumph, dated that very morning. He barely registered my presence, quick to dismiss me, focused only on a message from his new wife. At my own birthday party, Victoria gifted me a yapping Chihuahua, deliberately playing on my deep-seated trauma from a childhood dog attack. Ethan pressured me to accept it, blind to my terror, then watched as I was drenched and cut by a collapsing champagne tower, shielding Victoria instead of me. Seven years of sacrifice, of pouring my soul into his recovery, all reduced to a casual dismissal and a public humiliation. How could he betray me so utterly, so casually, after all I'd done, after I gave him back his world? My love wasn't a doormat, and he was wrong. He thought I'd always be there, but this was the final breaking point. I would sever this tie that had become a chain and disappear. I would contact Eleanor Hayes, his powerful mother, to help me vanish, for good.

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For seven years, I was his eyes, his hands, his constant companion.

I nursed Ethan through his blindness, celebrated his sight's return, and eventually became his lover.

I truly believed our bond, forged in his darkness and my unwavering devotion, was unbreakable.

But in the quiet bubble of his Escalade, I clearly understood every crisp Spanish word he spoke into his tablet.

He told his best friend, Ben, that his elopement with Victoria, the woman who abandoned him when he went blind, was set for tomorrow.

He chuckled, assuring Ben, "Sarah doesn't need to know. She'll always be there. She's not going anywhere."

My breath hitched as Vicky's brazen Instagram pictures of her marriage license confirmed their triumph, dated that very morning.

He barely registered my presence, quick to dismiss me, focused only on a message from his new wife.

At my own birthday party, Victoria gifted me a yapping Chihuahua, deliberately playing on my deep-seated trauma from a childhood dog attack.

Ethan pressured me to accept it, blind to my terror, then watched as I was drenched and cut by a collapsing champagne tower, shielding Victoria instead of me.

Seven years of sacrifice, of pouring my soul into his recovery, all reduced to a casual dismissal and a public humiliation.

How could he betray me so utterly, so casually, after all I'd done, after I gave him back his world?

My love wasn't a doormat, and he was wrong.

He thought I'd always be there, but this was the final breaking point.

I would sever this tie that had become a chain and disappear.

I would contact Eleanor Hayes, his powerful mother, to help me vanish, for good.

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