For a moment, everything froze — the room, the air, even my breathing. The life I had painstakingly pieced back together shattered in an instant.
He did this to me.
Nikolai had taken my sight… for his mistress. For Sabine — my best friend. The woman I trusted with my secrets, my business, my home.
Memories flooded in. The nights after I lost my sight, when Nikolai held my hand and murmured that everything would be alright. He fed me, guided me through the house, kissed my forehead gently.
“I’ll be your eyes, Sienna,” he used to whisper.
And I believed him. Every word. Every touch.
When he stayed late at work, I thought he was working hard for us. Every tender gesture, every reassurance — I thought it was love.
Now I realized… he was easing his conscience.
I staggered toward the table, gripping its edge until my knuckles turned pale. My chest tightened, my breathing shallow.
All these years, I’d blamed fate. A cruel accident. I never suspected him. I trusted him when he promised he’d never leave me.
But everything had been a lie. Every promise. Every kiss. Every I love you.
Tears blurred my newly restored vision as I covered my face. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “This can’t be real.”
But it was.
Another notification sounded. There was a second attachment — a photo.
Nikolai and Sabine.
They stood in an office I recognized instantly — mine. She rested her hand against his chest, both of them smiling like they belonged together.
My throat tightened, but no sound came out.
Five years ago, when I married Nikolai, I believed I was marrying my soulmate. We’d been together for ten years, ever since high school. We grew up side by side, shared dreams, built a future together. Everyone said we were perfect.
I believed them.
But the truth was far more cruel than I ever imagined. They had both betrayed me.
And worse… he’d stolen my sight just to keep me by his side.
My hands trembled. The wine glass on the table tipped over, red liquid spreading across the white tablecloth like spilled blood.
I picked up my phone and scrolled to a number I never thought I’d call — my lawyer.
When he answered, my voice was unsteady but resolute. “This is Sienna Arvant. I want to file for divorce. Immediately.”
There was a pause. “Divorce? Are you certain, ma’am?”
“I’ve never been more certain,” I said, my tone turning cold. “Start the process now. And make sure my assets remain untouched by my husband.”