Because of a car accident, I became blind. But not long ago, I fell while taking a bath, and my eyes surprisingly regained sight. I was ecstatic and ran to tell my husband.
But I never dreamed that my husband was embracing the nanny who had been taking care of me. In the bright lights of the living room, they were kissing so wildly, as if I, the mistress of the house, didn't exist.
In an instant, I felt the world spinning.
That day was my birthday.
My husband, Michael Smith, in order to help me get out of the shadows as soon as possible, specially prepared a concert for me on my thirtieth birthday with his friends who were in a band.
The lead singer was my husband, and he sang all the songs we loved together when we were dating.
He didn't sing very well, but the deep affection in his voice moved me more than any beautiful singing.
I was very moved and drank a little too much amidst everyone's cheering.
I couldn't remember how I got home, only that I had fallen while taking a bath. The fall wasn't serious; the back of my head hit the edge of the bathtub, and a big bump appeared.
But my eyes were unexpectedly able to see.
The moment I saw the arrangement of the bathroom, I sobered up completely. My first reaction was to tell Michael Smith this good news.
But before I could get up, I heard a murmur of voices from outside the bathroom.
It was the nanny, Jennifer Miller.
"Cheng-ge, tell me honestly, do you still have feelings for that blind woman?"
"We agreed that today's concert was just a formality, why did you sing so passionately? Also, what's with your friends, calling me sister-in-law all the time? Do they think I'm air?"
Boom——
The feeling of being struck by lightning in the brain couldn't be more so.
I stood there stiffly, and it took me a long time to understand and digest the amount of information in these two sentences.
Until the voices of the two people got farther and farther away, and I couldn't hear them anymore, I finally figured out one piece of information -
I was being cheated on by Michael Smith.
The mistress was Jennifer Miller, the nanny who had been taking care of me since I was discharged from the hospital. I had never been so heartbroken as at this moment.
Even after the car accident, when the doctor announced that I would likely be blind for the rest of my life, I hadn't been so heartbroken.
The scenes of Michael Smith's kindness to me over the years, and the scene of him proposing to me in the hospital after the accident, flashed before my eyes. I squatted in the bathroom, crying silently and heartbrokenly.
An escapist disbelief kept growing in my heart. I adjusted my emotions, harboring a trace of hope, and pretended to be drunk, staggering out.
When I saw Michael Smith in the master bedroom embracing a woman and kissing, my face turned pale.