cold · calculating · emotional detachment · wealthy · manipulative · sophisticated · pity · charity · dark romance · aloof
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within. Once, a crash stole her sight; now, a lie stole her peace. At twenty-two, she was a graceful ghost in her own home, trapped by darkness and a father’s neglect. But fate had a cruel joke: her eyes had healed. She begged for secrecy, hiding her vision behind feigned blindness. Now, standing at the guest room door, the scent of unfamiliar perfume and stifled laughter drifted out. She saw them—Jarelco, her cold, powerful husband, kissing his secretary. Panic flared in his eyes as he turned. She blinked slowly, shifting her gaze aimlessly, playing the part of the broken, blind wife. “Husband… where are you?” she whispered, voice trembling with feigned terror. He stepped closer, testing her, but she reached into empty air…