Chapter 1

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:

"Chloe, I've never forgotten you. Are you sure you want to keep raising my child and continue living like this?"

After a long silence, Damien let out a sigh.

"Chloe, look at all those calluses on your hands. Can you really raise a child properly?"

"Just apologize to Sydney, and I can take you both home right now to live comfortably."

I didn't move, just calmly took out my phone.

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Hunt. Just leave us a good review."

Damien didn't move. His fingertips drummed on the table.

His voice grew heavier.

"Chloe, you've already lost your sight. What good does this do you?"

I blinked my sightless eyes and was about to speak.

Damien's phone rang. Two young voices came through the speaker.

"Daddy, I miss you. When are you coming home? Mommy has a fever."

"Yeah, Mommy feels so bad today her eyes are all red. Come home and be with us."

Damien softened his voice, coaxing them gently.

"Daddy misses you too."

"Take good care of Mommy at home. I'll be right there."

After hanging up, I could sense Damien's hesitation.

His voice was hoarse. "Chloe, I..."

I smiled and deliberately moved aside to let him pass.

"Have a good evening, sir."

After a long moment, I finally heard his footsteps leaving.

But at the door, he paused again.

"Chloe, I remember you weren't like this before."

Before?

I touched the corner of my eye, as if the pain still lingered there.

Before, I had cried and made scenes, tried to use the baby to keep him, but it never made him turn back.

In the end, the baby was gone, my eyes were ruined, and all I got was him saying I deserved it.

Only after confirming he had left did I return to the massage room.

A colleague came over and nudged me.

"You two know each other? That's Mr. Hunt himself."

I shook my head.

"Not really."

Another colleague laughed as she approached.

"What do you mean 'not really'? He just bought an annual membership with you. Chloe, you won't have to worry about meeting your targets all year."

"Mr. Hunt is so handsome, and he's the kind of good man you can't find even with a lantern."

"If I were his ex-wife, I definitely wouldn't have fought with him."

I found it ironic but didn't respond.

My colleague became more enthusiastic.

"I'm serious. A man who was willing to drop a hundred million for her—what more could she want?"

"I heard he's still single. That's true devotion."

I was silent for a while before I couldn't help speaking up.

"Devotion?"

"Cheating during marriage and having twin illegitimate children—that's devotion?"

"A hundred-million-dollar mansion with his mistress living in it—that's devotion?"

"His wife of ten years not even having ten dollars to buy ice cream at the end—that's devotion?"

My colleague gasped.

"These things... how do you know?"

I lowered my head with a bitter smile and pulled out an old photo of myself to show them.

"Were my eyes beautiful?"

My colleagues nodded.

"Back then, yes. Very beautiful."

I pointed at the corner of my eye.

"Damien Hunt destroyed my eyes. Do you still think he's a good person?"

They gasped in shock.

I ignored them and calmly continued working.

That evening after work, I took my white cane.

I bought many flowers and toys and went to the cemetery.

I arranged everything in front of the gravestone.

"Baby, are you doing well in heaven?"

I touched the cold stone.

"I ran into your father today. He mentioned you. Too bad he'll never get to see you in this lifetime."