Blinded By His Betrayal

ent dark on

sun glinting off the windshield. The next, there was a scree

sound of Mark' s frantic voice. I tried to open my eyes, but I

y, can yo

find mine, his

The impact caused trauma to the visual processing centers in her brain. Her eyes are pe

the air, offering a sliver o

de, my constant companion. He read to me, fed me, descri

his lips against my hair. "I' ll be your

or everything, and he seemed to thrive on it. My complete reliance on him

the night. For a moment, nothing was different. Still the same

en I s

ring through the blinds, tracing

grew sharper, clearer. The fuzzy outline of a chair in the corner emerged fr

ht was

wanted to scream, to wake Mark up and tell him the miracle

I st

om, his back to me, his phone pressed to his ea

o, of course I miss you. It's just... this

cold. Chloe.

er, more intimate. "It won't be forever. Once she's better... or on

of my lungs. The world I had just regained tilted violently, t

ne of his voice. The easy intimacy. The sha

ector. My stepsister, who always pr

outh, stifling a sob. The beautiful life Mark had built for me wasn't a fo

er and sharper than the return of my sight. He thought I wa

ckage of my heart. A cold, h

d me to

would

thing to even out, my body to go still. I stared into the darkness

g, my plan bega

king... I feel so useless. Maybe I could listen to some audiobooks? Or maybe... maybe I cou

baby. That' s a great idea!

creen, the robotic voice reading out everything my fingers tou

tic voice a low murmur in my ear. But my eyes were wide open

e lawyer, known for her discretion and her toughness.

me is Ava Hayes. I need your help. But no one can k

d out months before the accident, expressing interest in me for their upcoming season. At the

derstanding, that I had been dealing with a family emergency, but that I was now available a

ut my muscle memory intact. I set my phone up to record and I danced. I danced through the heartbreak, the rage, the bitte

he video

ter, an ema

osition is yours if you want it.

yes tracing the letters on the scree

o the jewelry box on my dresser. My fingers closed around the heavy

into the back of the toilet tank. The small splash was the

ep in erasin