Discovering His Mistress Faked Blindness to Steal My Eyes
Chapter 2
I didn't tell him anything, choosing instead to show my refusal through my actions. I turned back to the bedroom, gathering my belongings for the trip abroad. Soon enough, I heard Augustus’s voice in the living room, dripping with sweet talk. It was obvious who he was speaking to.
“Khloe, I'll be back at the clinic soon. Want some grapes? Let me peel them for you and feed them to my little darling myself.”
“Want to hear a story before bed tonight? Not in the mood for a story? Then I'll sing for you. I’ll stay by your side, I’m not going anywhere, and I'll make sure you sleep peacefully.”
I paused in the midst of folding clothes, suddenly recalling the first time I learned about Khloe's existence. One night, a nightmare jolted me awake. Turning over, I realized the warmth beside me on the vast bed was gone, and from the balcony, I heard Augustus's agitated voice barking orders.
“I don’t care how much it costs, get the doctor here from Europe now! Khloe is an heir to a great tradition of tapestry weaving, and she ruined her eyesight preserving this cultural heritage. I will not allow such a talented girl to have her future destroyed.”
“Send more bodyguards to keep an eye on her. Don’t let her have any more dangerous thoughts. I’m on my way!”
I sat on the cold bed, calling after his retreating figure, “Augustus, I had a nightmare…”
He didn’t even turn around, just clicked his tongue with impatience. “Why are you being so dramatic? We have a real crisis here; we can deal with your issues later.”
So, I sat there through the night, not daring to fall asleep for fear of returning to those terrifying dreams. In the dreams, I was abandoned in a pitch-black night, endlessly chasing after a shadow I could never reach.
From that day on, the dreams seemed to seep into reality. Khloe was settled in a private clinic where Augustus held shares, attended by an expert team dedicated solely to her. Daily, he personally cared for her without fail. Even on our anniversary and my birthday, he was with Khloe.
When Khloe complained about the smell of disinfectant, Augustus bought her a villa next to the clinic, ensuring her every comfort and emotional need was met. I protested and questioned him, convinced that his actions went beyond those of normal friendship. He, however, remained unfazed, scrutinizing me with narrowed eyes.
“Seraphina, you’ve changed. You used to be generous and kind, always caring even for stray cats. Why are you now jealous of a blind woman?”
“Were you faking all that kindness? Or do you not love me at all, and by extension, dislike my sister?”
His repeated challenges to my love struck a chord as I glanced at my red, swollen hands, managing only a bitter smile. I cared for his sensitive stomach, cooking for him every day, only for him to pass it all to Khloe.
Once, Khloe realized the meal wasn’t made by the housekeeper but by me, and she ended up vomiting, claiming it was poisoned. Augustus, without discerning the truth, stormed home and submerged my hands in icy water, accusing me of being unhygienic.
With numb, swollen hands, I scrolled through memories of our love on my phone, silent tears streaming down my face when Khloe called, her voice frail and apologetic.
“Sister, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Augustus would get so angry. It’s just my stomach acting up, but he was so concerned he gave me a diamond ring as your apology. Thank you, sister, I love it.”
After the call ended, a picture arrived: her delicate hand adorned with a dazzling black diamond. Augustus had bought it at auction last week, saying it was my anniversary gift, but he had given it to Khloe instead.
Behind me, Augustus returned late and continued to scold me.
“I see Khloe only as a sister. Now that she’s lost her eyesight, as her brother, it's my duty to care for her. I spared you from worrying about these trivial matters out of concern, knowing you wouldn’t handle looking after a patient.”
He ambled over, noticing the large diamond ring on my phone screen, and sheepishly rubbed his nose.
“That ring, well, your hands are swollen and it wouldn't look good on you right now. It would be a waste if it doesn't fit, so I gave it to the young girl since she loved it.”
I took a deep breath of the stagnant air on the balcony, the chill biting. There were many questions I hadn’t voiced, knowing it would be in vain. If he truly saw her as a sister, why feed her by hand, why fasten her undergarments, why cradle Khloe to the bathroom?
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