Willy only noticed me slumped beside the toilet when he entered the bedroom to grab his pajamas.

"Honey, what's wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?"

His face was filled with worry, his concern seemingly genuine.

Just moments ago, he had been intimate with another woman, yet now he could seamlessly return to playing the role of a gentle and caring husband.

His acting skills were truly remarkable.

"Maybe I ate something that wasn’t clean. I’ll feel better once I throw up," I said weakly.

I tried to stand, but Willy rushed over to help me. I subtly sidestepped, avoiding his touch.

He had just been with another woman and I couldn’t bear to have him near me.

"Honey, are you sure you're okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need!"

Just as I lay down on the bed, Elena appeared outside the open bedroom door.

With a playful flick of her finger, she hooked Willy’s underwear, sending him a seductive glance and whispering in a soft, breathy voice, "It’s dirty, let the blind woman wash it."

Willy frowned, signaling for her to just toss it in the washing machine.

"Can underwear be washed in the washing machine? It has to be hand-washed! I’m not your wife, so I’m not washing this!"

After Elena finished speaking, she casually tossed the underwear in the air, swaying her slender waist as she walked out.

The underwear landed perfectly on my feet.

Another wave of nausea rose in my stomach, but my voice was surprisingly calm as I asked, "What’s this? Did you throw it?"

"Oh, I accidentally dropped a rag!"

Willy hurriedly bent down and picked up the underwear.

At that moment, the sound of piano music suddenly filled the study and Willy’s expression immediately froze.

The piano was temporarily placed in our home by a friend. Neither Willy nor I could play and it had never been touched.

Elena couldn't resist showing off, deliberately trying to make Willy nervous.

I asked, confused, "Honey, is there someone else in the house?"

"No, no! It’s just my alarm going off. I still have some work to handle, so I’ll head to the study!"

He rushed out, but somehow tripped on the carpet and ended up falling flat on his face, like a dog tumbling over.

I didn't move an inch, only asking him symbolically if he was in pain.

He rubbed his chin and sat up, looking aggrieved. "Honey, do you not love me anymore? Back when I got hurt, you would always hug me and feel sorry for me..."

With someone like him, what right did he have to talk about love? What right did he have to ask for sympathy?

When he had nothing—no money, no prospects—I ignored my family's objections, gave up all my assets and married him. I even borrowed money from every friend I knew to support his business.

I loved him deeply and considered him my entire world.

But what did I get in return?

Not only did he bring his "lover" into our home, but he also got her pregnant right in front of my eyes.

He treated me like a fool. Why should I still love him?

Now, all I feel for him was hatred. I could hardly resist the urge to kill him with my own hands.

"I threw up too much earlier, I don't have any strength left," I muttered weakly.

"I was just joking, don't take it seriously! I'll get you some warm water to rinse your mouth, then you can rest! Wait for me!"

Minutes passed, yet he still hadn't returned.

He must have gotten caught up with Elena again.

As my strength returned, I stood up to go to the living room for some water.

Willy and Elena were sitting on the sofa, practically glued together, whispering and laughing. As I walked past them, they quieted down, pretending to be innocent.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I just took a call and forgot to get you some water."

"It's fine, I can manage."

Maybe worried that I was upset with him, he gently pushed Elena aside and walked over, taking my hand.

"I've been so busy lately, neglecting you. You're not upset, are you?"

Before I could respond, a sharp sound echoed.

Willy was too close to me and Elena, jealous, immediately smashed the ceramic doll my grandmother had made by hand.

I was so angry that my eyes turned red and my voice trembled slightly. "What was that noise?"

Willy thought I was frightened and quickly explained, "The window wasn't closed and a gust of wind blew in. The cup wasn't placed properly and fell on the floor."

His face turned pale and he shot an angry glance at Elena.

Elena smiled charmingly and casually blew him a kiss.

Just thinking about how, over the past year, they had been flirting right under my nose like this made me feel like I was being thrown into a fire, the pain so intense that I could hardly breathe.

Endless rage consumed my rationality and I was on the verge of breaking down.

Willy spoke gently, "I'll clean up here. You go to bed first."

I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, swallowing the tears that were about to spill from my eyes.

A deep bitterness ran down my throat, filling my entire being.

When Willy and I first got together, he had confessed about Elena's existence.

He even said that first love was something to be cherished, but he would never rekindle it with Elena, or else he'd be struck by thunder and die a miserable death.

His vows were so heavy and I was deeply moved by his unwavering determination.

Now, looking back, our five-year relationship was nothing but a joke, an absurd farce.

"The condom is used up, go buy some!" Elena's soft voice came through the door.

She did it on purpose.

Perhaps tired of being bothered by Elena, or thinking I was deeply asleep, Willy didn't remind her to lower her voice anymore.

"You really are a little tormenting devil, still so energetic even while pregnant. Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

The sound of the door lock "clicking" echoed.

Willy left.

Elena hummed a little tune as she walked around the living room for a while, then suddenly pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

I pretended to be asleep with my back facing the door.

Warm breath brushed against my ear as she whispered, “You fool, how have you not noticed my presence yet? If you keep this up, how can I be with Willy openly? If I were you, being blind and all, I would have smartly divorced Willy by now. Do you know you're dragging him down? Our friends all advised him to divorce, but he refused. Don't get cocky. He hasn’t divorced you not because he loves you, but because he pities you!"

She signed and continued, "If you had died in that car accident, it would have been so much better. Willy and I wouldn't have to be so secretive. Unfortunately, I didn't pick the right person. That person was too cowardly and didn't dare to finish you off..."

Her words struck my mind like a thunderclap. For a moment, it was as if I couldn't hear anything. It turned out that the car accident wasn't an accident. It was Elena who wanted to kill me.

Willy shouted Elena's name from outside and she cursed under her breath before getting up and leaving.

"Who told you to go into the master bedroom? What were you doing there?" Willy's voice was like it was holding back boundless rage.

"Willy, I saw the door wasn't closed properly, so I kindly helped her shut it. I just happened to see her kicking the blanket, so I covered her up."

I didn't know if Willy believed her, but he didn't say anything else.

I stared at the ceiling and tears poured out like a flood that had been released from a dam, soaking the pillow.

In this dirty home, every minute felt like torture to me.

That night, it was as if I died once.

As the sky brightened, Willy got up to make breakfast. He made my favorite sandwich and freshly squeezed soy milk.

I sat at the table and as soon as I saw how Elena clung to Willy, I immediately lost my appetite.

Noticing that I barely ate a bite of the sandwich and put it down, Willy asked with concern, "Are you still feeling unwell?"

I replied calmly, “I'm fine!"l

"I originally wanted to take you to the auction..." Willy was clearly speaking to me, but his gaze gently landed on Elena and he even softly kissed the corner of her mouth.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine. What time is the auction? I'll get ready!"

"Oh... it's 4 PM..."

Willy probably didn't expect me to go and his expression became a bit unnatural.

On the entryway cabinet, there was a large box. I immediately recognized it. It was a gown from a custom brand.

I didn't like that brand. So, it must be for Elena.

Elena's face darkened. She leaned close to Willy's ear, whispering, "Take me, or take that blind woman, you choose!"

I pretended not to hear, smiled and said, "Come pick me up in the afternoon, I'll wait for you."

"Okay!" Willy looked troubled and despite Elena's persistent attempts to flirt with him, he ignored her.

The two of them left together without saying a word, as if both were sulking.

I saw through the floor-to-ceiling window that they started arguing downstairs.

In a fit of anger, Willy drove off, while Elena was so upset that she stomped her feet, waiting by the roadside for a long time before finally hailing a taxi.

Not long after, my phone rang. It was a call from Elena.

I pressed the answer button and also started recording.

"Clara, it's me, Elena! Willy and I have been sleeping in the same bed for a long time. He doesn't love you anymore and there's no reason for your marriage to continue. Let's part on good terms, or things will get worse for everyone."

I quietly listened without saying anything.

Elena, burning with anger, her voice became sharp and biting. "Willy hasn’t touched you in a year. He's long lost interest in you. Are you really that stupid or just pretending? Still shamelessly holding onto the position of his wife, is it even worth it?"

"Since you want this position so badly, then it's yours," I said that and immediately hang up the phone.

A man who had been touched by another woman was no longer of interest to me.

I went to the hospital for a full check-up and the doctor said it was a miracle. My eyes had completely healed.

The weight on my heart was finally lifted. From then on, I finally lived the life I had always wanted.

I returned home, packed my bags and wiped away all traces I had left behind, then took a taxi straight to the airport.

At 3 PM, I sent Willy a voice message, saying I was feeling unwell and wouldn't be attending the auction.

He clearly let out a sigh of relief and said he'd come home to keep me company after the auction was over.

Hearing his words, I couldn't help but sneer. By the time he returned home, I was already at the foot of a snowy mountain.

On the way, I received three video clips.

The first was of Willy and Elena, dressed in custom gowns, walking hand-in-hand into the auction venue.

The second was of Willy spending an outrageous amount to buy a pair of pearl earrings for Elena and personally putting them on her.

The third clip showed Willy kneeling on one knee, proposing to Elena.

If it was not the fact that Willy was a married man, it really had the feel of a scene straight out of a drama.

Elena sent a voice message.

"Didn't you say you’d give Willy to me? Why is there still no movement? You must be lying to me! What's the point of dragging this out? You should just let go already."

I immediately replied. "I placed a divorce agreement in your bag. Find a way to get Willy to sign it."

With ten minutes left before boarding, Elena sent me a photo of the signed divorce agreement.

When the flight attendant reminded all passengers to turn off our phones, my phone rang.

It was Willy calling.

He spoke with a sobbing voice, his words a jumble. "I saw the call recording you sent... I don't know how... the video you forwarded to me... your eyes... the vision check report... I love you, but..."

I said coldly, “The plane is about to take off. This is the last time we’ll speak!”

“Don't! Clara, listen to me, I love you. Elena was the one who seduced me, I have no feelings for her! Wait for me, I’ll come find you right now. Please, don't leave me, I can't live without you!" He screamed hysterically, his voice filled with panic and desperation.