His Fake Blind, My Real Revenge
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In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.
I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.
Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.
"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."
It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.
Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.
"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."
I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.
Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.
"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."
It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.
Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.
"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."



