His Vain Confession Lost My Eyes and Child

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, my ex-husband Damien Hunt brought his employees to my shop.

When he saw me, he remained perfectly calm.

I served him just like any other customer.

Until his phone rang.

The ringtone was a song I had once sung. I froze for a moment.

His colleague teased him:

"I never would've guessed Mr. Hunt was into this girly pop music."

Damien smiled as he explained:

"My ex-wife recorded it when she was younger."

Just as he was about to leave, Damien suddenly turned back: