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I'm Not Blind Anymore!

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1192    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

es was the last th

explosion of m

ed Chloe, my fiancée, hard. She stumbled away from the dri

pain shot through my head. I felt a

d distant, like it was coming

. Just a sile

machine. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. I tried to open my eyes,

alled out, m

found mine. "I'm here,

f the woman I loved, the woman I was going to spen

ispered. "Chloe, I

age to the optic nerves," she sobbed. "Oh, Eth

okay. She swore she would be my ey

y ear. "I'll plan the most beautiful wedding for you. A weddi

her promises were the only light I had. I p

raphy of my own home becoming a map in my mind. Chloe was there, a constant pres

ten, not just as my doctor, but as the friend she had always been. She never offered false hope

g a routine check. She was shining

, Ethan?" she aske

a familiar wave of de

er. A tiny, almost imperceptible spark of light in the vast darkness. It was gon

was returning, piece by agonizingly slow piece. I told no one. Not even Sarah

In my darkness, I had become an observer

colors, and movements, though everything was still a bit blurry, especially in low light.

Ryan's wife, Chloe's older sister, had passed away a couple of years ago. I'd always

usic playing softly from the speakers. Chloe and Ryan were in the kitch

n't. I wa

pull her close, his hand sliding down her back. I saw h

eep, hungry kiss, filled with a desperate passion that made my

s Chloe, my devoted fiancée. This was Ryan, the grieving widower. And they w

they t

h. I had learned to control my breathing, to lie perfe

slightly open door. They thought I was sedated. Chloe had made a point of

Ryan's voice w

n her tone. "The accident was a stroke of genius

ran cold.

pping with contempt. "A blind fool. He signed over powe

om his parents?" Ryan a

it's all ours. We can sell his company, liquid

an accident. They had planned it. They had tried to kill me, or a

.. it was all a performance. A sick, twist

he heartbreak. It was a chilling, clarifying rage. My love for h

ness of my own making, and listened to them laug

roken me. They thought

were

would continue to be the blind man. I would watch the

d to seal my fate and their victory, I wou

ust about jus

s about

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