Blinded By Her Betrayal

l, a "blind" man returning to a world that was no longer his. Chloe led me by the arm

. The sofa is just to your lef

stop by under the pretense of offering support, clapp

, Ethan. We're al

e quick, hungry look they exchanged over my head, thinking I was oblivious. Each stolen glance, each secret touch was a fresh stab of p

object held a memory, and every memory was now tainted. I started to look for more proof,

on the desk. My fingers, which they believed were clumsy and unsure, moved quickly over the trackpad. I found their email exchanges. Hundreds of them, going

from Mark to Chloe, dated

The light

structural failure. Just make sure you're not standing directly under it when it happe

editated, and utterly evil. They didn't just betray me; they tried t

n a towel, humming a cheerful tune. She w

ss. "Is there anything you need? I was thinking we could start looking at ven

e grimace off my face. "That sounds nice, Chloe," I s

ken man, completely under her control. The contrast between her tende

o maintain my composure. I had to continue playing the role of the blind man, the trusting fiancé. It was the only way. My bl

television, and I would watch them. I catalogued every lie, every se

met her, her bright laugh at a mutual friend's party. I remembered our first date, the way she looked at me with

eal? Or was it all part of

ach. They had taken everything from me, or so they thought. But they didn't take my mind, and they didn't take my will. And they had no