Chapter 2

"Besides, I think Evelyn is Adrian's biggest problem. She only saved him once, and she didn't die. Adrian has taken care of her for five years, which should be enough. But now he has to take care of her feelings and even has to keep his own wedding a secret."

"Given Adrian's current status, who would actually marry a blind woman? That would be too shameful. Chloe is a much better match for him; they're a perfect couple."

"Today's wedding is much grander than the proposal on White Day earlier this year. Adrian really dotes on Chloe."

No one noticed that I, sitting in the back seat, shed two tears.

Adrian did not go home on Valentine's Day.

He said he had to work overtime and told me to go to bed early.

At that time, I touched the blisters on my hands and didn't say anything, only telling him not to overwork himself.

That was a dish I specially wanted to cook for him, which I learned from the nanny, Martha Wilson.

Because I couldn't see, I got burned by the hot pan.

I opened my eyes and stared silently at the screen in the passenger seat.

Adrian slipped a diamond ring onto Chloe's ring finger and said something affectionately.

Chloe shed tears of emotion, which he gently kissed away.

I looked at my empty palms.

When I was twenty-three, I went on a date with Adrian at the mall.

The billboard above my head suddenly fell down. I instinctively pushed it away, but it hit my head and caused me to lose my sight.

When I woke up, Adrian was by my bedside, his hand trembling as he held mine.

I touched his face; my palm was full of tears.

Adrian said that from now on he would be my crutch and eyes, and he would hold my hand wherever we went, afraid that I would fall.

Later, he worked hard to start his own business, saying he wanted to give me the best life and the grandest wedding.

Now he finally has the ability to do it.

But it was all for the sake of marrying another woman.

While the two people in front of me weren't paying attention, I took out my phone.

Send a message to that familiar number.

Those two people just left me at the hospital and left.

The reason given was to check if Adrian needed any help.

After the wound was bandaged, I waited alone from day to night.

Adrian never showed up.

Around 11 o'clock, he finally called:

“Evelyn, I feel bad that a client lives in the next city and made a long trip for nothing.”

"I'm going to take him home myself. You'll have to stay at the hospital for the night. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

He didn't ask how my injury was, nor did he ask if I had eaten.

The only accusations were veiled criticisms, as if I was the one causing trouble.

The two, who had just left, posted several videos in a row on Instagram Stories.

[Let's have some fun playing pranks on Adrian and his wife during their wedding night!]

[A wife's tears are a husband's Achilles' heel. The moment his sister-in-law cries, Adrian immediately abandons his plan to pick up a certain burden from the hospital, hahaha.]

So that's why Adrian refused to come.

The first few posts are all pictures of him and Chloe playing intimate games.

I watched them sit on our wedding bed, biting into the apple hanging in the middle, mouth to mouth.

But because they couldn't reach each other, they ended up kissing mouth to mouth.

Chloe blushed, but Adrian smiled and pressed the back of her head, deepening the kiss amidst their teasing.

She shyly nestled into Adrian's arms, as if something had poked her.

"What is this?"

Adrian pulled out a safety amulet, ripped it off, and casually threw it into the trash can.

"It's nothing, just some cheap street vendor stuff."

"Does it hurt? Let me rub it for you."

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly; even breathing hurt.

That was when Adrian was sick and didn't get better for a long time.

I secretly asked the driver to take me to a Buddhist temple in the suburbs, where I knelt down all 999 steps to pray for it.