Blinded By The Past

The scent of lilies was thick, sweet, and suffocating.

It was my wedding day, a grand affair Chloe had meticulously planned, even insisting on a custom-designed lighting fixture for the venue.

Then the world exploded: metal twisted, glass shattered, and a crushing impact stole my sight, leaving me in a terrifying void.

Chloe stayed by my side, weeping as the doctors delivered their grim prognosis: permanent blindness.

She promised to be my "eyes," to take care of me, and swore our extravagant wedding would still happen, a beacon of eternal devotion.

Her words were a lifeline in the suffocating dark, and I clung to them, believing in a future where her love would guide me.

But then, the flickers started, ghost images resolving into light.

My sight was returning, yet an instinct deep inside told me to keep it a secret.

I continued to play the blind man, observing, listening, hidden in plain sight.

One evening, feigning sleep, I heard Chloe whisper to Mark Stone, her brother-in-law.