I'm Not Blind Anymore!

was a masterclass

st in bed, her voice a s

I made your favorite,

which I once thought were full of love, were cold and calculating. There w

le, reading my newspaper. He looked up as Chloe

loud enough for me to hear clearly. "Taking

her voice catching with fake emot

I just chewed the oatmeal an

id, my voice deliberatel

riumph in her eyes. Keep thinking that, I thought. Keep

I knew meant meeting Ryan – I began my own investigation. Pl

ocked Chloe's purse

getting on my hands and kne

of keys. They weren't for our apartment or my car. They were attached to a cheap plastic-ba

ed two days ago. It was for a man's Rolex watch, a model I knew Ryan had been eyeing for mo

everything back, my movements slow and deliberate, just as a blind man's would be. I

She smelled of Ryan's cologne, a scent

she chirped. "I m

ad, her lips cool against my skin.

?" I asked, keepi

anning is exhausting! I was looking at flower arra

e of a perfect future, a beautiful life we would have together. All the while, I could see her t

sh on the screen befo

y touch was a betrayal. I had to force myself to sit there, to nod, to smi

g. The man I used to be – the trusting, kind-hearted architect – was gone. In his p

to me. I'd stumble over furniture I knew was there. I'd let her g

arrogant, more careless. They saw me as a broken thing, an object to be managed u

d, sleep wouldn't come. Th

laughed so hard at one of my stupid jokes that she snorted, and then she

he ocean. The way her eyes lit up when she saw the ring. The way sh

r was I just a mark f

evidence of my own foolishness, my own naivety. Each happy mo

ght in my chest. But beneath the pain, my

were writing the

was just getting