Chapter 1

I've had severe eye problems since childhood. I couldn't even see people's faces clearly.

My husband Ethan Bennett, an ophthalmologist, worked himself until his hair turned white trying to formulate special medication for me.

Everyone envied me for finding such a good man, saying he was my salvation.

Until his birthday party, when I returned from the restroom and overheard him talking to the people around him.

"You think I actually want to cure her?"

"That little eye problem of hers is nothing serious at all. Any random medication could relieve it."

"I just want to keep her from seeing clearly, make her dependent on me, make it so she can't live without me."

The people around him burst into laughter. Someone teased him.

"Dr. Bennett, that's pretty ruthless. But I have to say, she's really obedient---like a dog."

My blood seemed to freeze instantly.

All these years, because I couldn't see clearly, I kept tripping while walking and being laughed at by strangers.

Because I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't find work and could only depend on him to survive.

Because I couldn't see clearly, I missed out on so much, and couldn't even remember what I looked like.

I thought it was fate being cruel to me.

But I never imagined that all of this was personally orchestrated by the man I loved so deeply.

I didn't go back into the private room. I turned around and sent an email.

"Professor Lewis, book me a plane ticket. I agree to go to France for the experimental eye treatment."