When my vision finally returned, I caught my husband, Best Actor Vincent Moore, and my so-called best friend, Belinda Wade, indulging in an affair on the rooftop.

The shock hit me like a freight train. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and started streaming the entire scene live.

The group chat fell silent. My brother, Logan Ridley, chimed in with a clever remark, subtly mocking Vincent for being a parasitic leech.

The next day, I filed for divorce, uploading the shocking footage to a popular streaming site overnight.

Meanwhile, an entertainment magazine published high-definition photos from that very incident, capturing the moment for all to see.

After all, who didn't love a good thrill? I was just taking it to the next level.

*****

My husband Vincent was the new Best Actor.

They call him Best Actor, but honestly, there was a lot of fluff involved. It was not like he earned it on his own merit. I bought it for him.

But Vincent, in his delusion, believed he was genuinely talented.

The guy strutted around, claiming he was top-notch, while dismissing his fellow actors as total trash.

Vincent even had the audacity to put on a haughty face, lambasting my brother as nothing but a capitalistic puppet, feeding him nothing but shoddy scripts.

Three hundred million dollars in production costs, and he had the audacity to call it garbage.

I could feel my blood boiling, so I warned him more than once to watch his tongue.

But being infatuated with Vincent, I couldn't bear to see him take on roles he disliked.

My indulgence only inflated his ego further, leading Vincent down a path of arrogance.

Now, after a month of blindness, my sight was back, and as I looked at the man before me, I nearly lost my lunch.

He called himself a "refreshing hunk," but without the filter, he was just... nothing special.

Little did Vincent know I could see again, and there he was, cavorting with Belinda in broad daylight.

I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. I pulled out my phone and started a live stream in our family group chat.

[@everyone, come check this out—live and in action!]

Ten minutes later, Logan dropped a quick comment, while the Moore family members slowly started leaving the chat.

Meanwhile, Vincent was too caught up in his own little world to even notice his phone blowing up with calls from his parents!

Long before all this, I'd noticed that Belinda had a crush on Vincent.

Whenever I chatted with him about work, she'd conveniently chime in, effortlessly stealing his attention.

Whenever she came over, she'd put on this whole innocent act, while I was just myself, completely laid-back.

In contrast, Vincent started to resent me for not playing the role of the refined lady.

I'd never been someone who would take that crap.

After blowing up at Vincent, I confronted Belinda about my feelings and hinted that she should keep her distance from him.

But instead of taking it to heart, she acted offended.

"You've got it all wrong. I'm just looking out for you! Testing his loyalty, you know?

"A celebrity's got more tricks up their sleeve than you can imagine.

"If he's unfaithful, I'm the one who's going to expose him online!"

At the time, I was too naive. I really believed Belinda was looking out for me.

Even after seeing her flirt with Vincent right in front of me under the guise of "testing him," I pretended not to see a thing.

Later, she'd constantly insist that Vincent was a good man who really cared about me.

I failed to catch the smug satisfaction in her eyes, and I fell for her lies.

Then came the car accident that left me temporarily blind.

That brief darkness opened my eyes to the truth. Belinda and Vincent had already taken their "test" to the bed!

My parents were away on vacation, and Logan was out of the country for business.

They were convinced Vincent wouldn't dare mess with me, especially with Belinda around to keep an eye on things, so there was no hurry to come back home.

Yes, my dear friend, who wouldn't dare lift a finger to help, volunteered to "take care" of me during my recovery.

That was when my suspicions started to creep in, but at the time, I thought she was just being kind-hearted.

It wasn't until Belinda's true colors began to show that I realized how wrong I had been. She had promised to care for me, but every time I reached out for help, Belinda was nowhere to be found.

In the kitchen, I could hear the faint laughter and the clinking of teeth—a telltale sign that they were all too comfortable with each other, discussing their budding romance right in front of me.

Then there was the scattered noise, the lingering scent of my friend's perfume growing stronger as it wafted closer.

A heavy feeling sank in my chest.

They had no idea that after losing my sight, my hearing and sense of smell were sharper than ever.

Without needing to ask, I could piece together exactly what they were up to.

I thought, "I'm blind, not deaf!" I clenched my fists, fighting back against their insolence.

With my family out of the house, I was left to endure this for the sake of my own safety.

Yet, they seemed to think I was dull-witted and naive, indulging in their antics right there in front of me.

I'd never been one to take nonsense lightly.

Suddenly, I stood up, catching them off guard.

I pretended to bend down, acting as if I was searching for medicine for Belinda.

Belinda was startled and suddenly raised her voice, quickly covering her mouth afterward.

"Belinda, what's wrong? Did I step on your foot or did you bump into something again?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a bit of a scare," Belinda stammered, trying to brush it off.

I smiled gently, feigning concern as I told her to take it easy.

They had the audacity to act this way in front of me!

If they enjoyed the spectacle, I was ready to see it through to the end.

They were truly taken aback by my sudden movement, and Vincent's voice was thick with concern as he immediately offered to help Belinda rest.

I nodded from my spot on the couch, waiting for them to leave before exhaling a breath filled with frustration.

All my life, I had been the golden child, cherished and pampered by my parents.

Even Logan, the heir to a business empire, tiptoed around me, always concerned about my moods.

I had never felt this much indignation before!

If only they weren't still overseas, I wouldn't have to put up with this nonsense.

I fiercely wiped away my tears.

Luckily, I knew the layout of this villa like the back of my hand, allowing me to navigate around confidently.

"Vincent, do you think Amy is really blind? I feel like she's caught on to something..." Belinda's voice trailed off, a hint of concern in her tone.

Vincent snickered, full of bravado. "Come on, there's no way! With her terrible temper, if she saw you naked in my arms, she would blow up!

"Trust me, I know her better than anyone. We're just having a little fun on the side.

"She loves me too much to admit anything! Remember last time when you tested me? She convinced herself that we were never a possibility!

"Yesterday, she didn't even notice when we both slipped out to use the bathroom, and she's such an idiot..."

Their conversation rolled into my ears with shocking clarity, and I felt my heart race.

In the past, Vincent had been rough around the edges with me, but my infatuation always found a way to gloss over his rudeness.

I excused his behavior, convincing myself that it was just a man's pride. But the reality was that my indulgence had spoiled Vincent, inflating his ego beyond what was reasonable and giving him the audacity to overstep boundaries.

I had been foolish, blinded by the warm glow of love and friendship.

I collected my scattered thoughts and made my way back to the living room.

Little did they know, I was not one to be trifled with.

They had forgotten that I had once elevated Vincent to this very position!

I could easily lift him up, but I could also bring him crashing down.

And Belinda?

I wouldn't let this pair of lovers off easy.

But first, I had to ensure my own safety until my family returned.

After all, I was still navigating a world without sight.

For over two weeks, my blindness had become their excuse to revel and ignore me.

I could only throw a few sarcastic remarks their way when I "checked" on them, interrupting their little trysts and relishing the discomfort I brought them.

As the days wore on, Vincent's simmering anger was palpable every time he jumped at my presence.

One evening, while I was standing on the balcony enjoying the cool breeze, I suddenly felt a weight of footsteps behind me.

Before I could react, someone shoved me hard, almost sending me tumbling off the ledge.

My head smacked against the railing, and though I wasn't bleeding, a sizable bruise was forming.

I collapsed on the ground, gripping the railing in fright, crying.

Vincent's voice broke through the panic. He claimed he hadn't seen me and had accidentally bumped into me while moving things around.

I bit back the immediate rage, adopting the demeanor of a frightened little girl as I clung tightly to him. "Vincent, I'm so scared! I don't know what I'd do if I fell..."

Vincent said with a chuckle, patting my back soothingly, "Amy, don't worry! From now on, I'll be your eyes.

"You know, a man like me who sticks by his disabled wife is a rarity. It's something you'd only see in a soap opera!"

Vincent completely missed the shift in my feelings, blissfully unaware of the wall I was building between us.

They had grown so confident, assuming my blindness made them untouchable.

But their good times wouldn't last.

That little collision with Vincent unexpectedly sped up my recovery process!