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!

A month later, my parents and Logan finally returned home, but their arrival was clouded by business commitments that kept them busy.

They had promised to come to see me, but instead, they called to apologize, acknowledging how hectic things had gotten.

Over the phone, my parents expressed their gratitude to Belinda, saying they planned to negotiate the next deal with her family.

I gritted my teeth, listening to Belinda's greedy laughter, wishing I could just tear her mouth apart.

But I was at a loss; I wanted to call my parents and Logan privately, but I feared they might be listening in.

So I had to endure the fact that those two lovebirds flaunted their relationship in front of me, all while I pretended to be blissfully clueless.

This morning, everything changed. I woke up to find I could see again.

I forced myself to suppress the joy bubbling inside me, quickly glancing around to ensure no one was watching before I dashed to the window.

The view was stunning. I could hardly believe how vibrant the world looked now!

Then, I switched gears.

I wasn't about to let them know about my restored sight. I carried on pretending to be blind.

"Where'd they run off to?" I muttered to myself, frowning as I didn't find a soul while wandering the house.

This was my home, yet I felt like a thief sneaking through someone else's territory.

Anxious about the elevator dinging, I opted to climb the stairs from the first to the sixth floor, one painstaking step at a time, on a mission to locate the two of them.

As I reached the rooftop door, Belinda's sultry voice broke through the silence, obnoxiously sweet like a canary.

It was infuriating.

So much for my effort to scale six flights!

I glared at their naked bodies, feeling utterly disgusted.

They had no clue I was lurking nearby!

"Belinda, what are you worried about? She's down on the first floor, oblivious! Without us, she can't even make it to the sixth!"

True, I had been powerless before.

But now that I could see, it was game over for them.

I slowly pulled out my phone, opening a live stream in the family chat.

I thought disdainfully, "With the sky as their blanket and the ground as their bed, these two are as good as livestock!

What good is their status as 'Best Actor' and 'socialite' when they are nothing but slaves to their desires?"

Once I made the recording, I uploaded it to a cloud drive.

The family group chat was silent for what felt like ages until Logan finally chimed in, sparking a flurry of discussions.

Then he messaged me privately: [I'm on my way to get you. Pack your things, lock the safe, and get ready for your divorce tomorrow. Got it?]

I sprang into action, tidying up.

With my family back in town, I wasn't facing this alone anymore.

When Logan arrived, those two still hadn't let up.

They were tangled in their sex on the rooftop again.

As I wheeled my suitcase out of the villa, carrying Vincent's financial documents, they remained blissfully unaware.

I couldn't imagine how wild could they be!

Logan said, "Get in the car first. I've called some paparazzi to snap a few shots. Once the divorce is finalized, I'll make sure this material is out."

His tone was steeped in frustration. It was clear Logan was furious.

He'd never thought much of my relationship with Vincent.

I remembered how, when we were dating, he had insisted on a prenup.

Vincent, although visibly irritated back then, had weirdly agreed, giving in to the request.

I'd thought it was a sign of love; now I realized it was just a calculated move for future gains.

As I sat in Logan's Maybach, tears welled up in my eyes as everything sank in. In an instant, I threw myself into his arms, feeling safe for the first time in a long while.

Logan gently patted my back, fully aware of my pain. He felt it, too.

As we stepped through the door, my parents stood there, faces as pale as ghosts. I couldn't tell how long they'd been waiting.

I felt my emotions boil over, pouting before bursting into tears.

Ever since I was little, they had cradled me in their arms like a precious gem; I had never faced anything like this before.

I stumbled into my mother, Diana Ridley's embrace, burying my face in her warmth as I let the tears flow.

My dad, Ryan Ridley, wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

I sobbed, my voice breaking, "I might've been blind, but my ears were wide open! How could they do something like that right in front of me?!

"In the days you were away, I tried to get in touch, but I was terrified Vincent was watching me, and all I could do was hold it in...

"I almost didn't get to see you again! He nearly pushed me off the balcony just to test me!

"Why would they do this to me? I thought they were friend and husband, yet they betrayed me... It hurts so much..."

While I couldn't see the pity on my parents' faces, I could feel their breaths grow heavier with concern.

"Sweetheart, don't cry. How could they dare treat you like this? Do they think we're nothing?" Ryan's voice trembled with anger.

Logan, infuriated by my words, stormed out of the room.

I had no idea who he was calling, but when he returned, he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Amy, don't be sad. I'll make sure Vincent and Belinda pay for what they've done!"